The Great Car Shuffle

Sometime before we got married, Bill sold his Austin Healey and bought a new Porsche...a 1959 1600 Convertible D.  It was light blue and very pretty.  

There were only three Porsches in the state.  We often had people stop us and ask about the car.  It seems that they had come upon an old man driving a Porsche on the freeway between Fort Worth and Dallas.  Someone would pull beside the old man, challenge him to a race and off they would go.  They thought it was a VW, but soon learned their mistake.  He was driving a Carrera, which may have looked like ours, but was much, much, much more powerful.  He left his opponents in the dust.

After we got married, we decided the two of us had no business with two new sports cars.  It made sense, especially to Bill, that my TR-3 be the one to go.  The only good thing he ever had to say about it was that it was mine.  Otherwise, we might have never met.  

Only recently have I admitted how inappropriate my little red car was.  I loved it!  In fact, I loved it so much I let Bill drive it to work and I sacrificed and drove the Porsche to school.

After we got down to one vehicle, Bill’s partner at work would take him back and forth to work.