I want to tell you the tale of Narnia. Narnia was huge mammoth Drew called his first car. He loved that car, he loved it because it was his and he loved it for all its imperfections. And boy did it have imperfections but I’ll get to those in a few.
For the Christmas the year Drew was 15 I paid for driver’s education as his Christmas present. He had been living with his dad for a little while and I planned it so he could go to the classes while he was here for Christmas break. I told him that I had lined up a job for him to do while he was here so he could start saving up money for an eventual car. He kept bugging as to what job it was that he was going to do and the first thing that came to my mind was he was going to help build a rock wall. That’s the part that was so funny to me because like most kids Drew worked really hard for other people but not so much for me. Asking him to do the dishes you would think that I asked him to amputate his foot with a rusty saw. He was really excited to be working during the break and he was super excited to be coming home to visit with everyone. I go get him from Carlsbad and the whole drive he peppers me with questions as to what the job consists of, how much he will be getting paid and where it’s at. I make up this elaborate story and he is satisfied.
The Monday comes that he is “supposed” to start this job of building a “rock wall”. I get up early that morning and wake him up to get ready. I tell him he better dress warm and he better bring a paper and pen so he can take notes. He looks at me a little strange with that comment but he has no idea of the driver’s ed class. We go to town and I pull up in the parking lot of the driving school. He looks around and he says “why would they want a rock wall here in the parking lot”. I laugh and tell him that no he wasn’t going to be building a rock wall but would be taking driving classes. He looks at me kind of strange and I asked him what was wrong and he said he sure was hoping to make some money. He ended up being really excited about being able to start driving and was really happy I surprised him.
Fast forward to the summer and he is back home. He has his full license and is in search of a car. His idea of searching for a car and my idea of searching for a car were two completely different things. He’s looking at sport cars and big trucks and all the while I’m laughing because he has no money and there is no way I am going to pay that much for a 16 year olds car. I told him that I would put $500 down on a car for him and he would have to pay the rest. I do believe he took that as a challenge to find a car for $500 so he didn’t have to put any of his own money(which he had none) on the car. He scoured Craig’s List and the Thrifty Nickel he would show me cars and I would have to tell him “no, you can’t get a car without doors”. One day while I was at work he called all frantically and my thoughts go to that there was an emergency or someone got hurt. No he found his “Dream” car…and if he can go look at it before 3 pm it could be all his. I worked till 5 and there was no way I could leave work to take him to go see a car. He called my friend Samantha and sweet talked her into taking him to go see this car. Samantha has pretty good head on her shoulders so I asked her to make sure that the guy wasn’t a complete weirdo or scamming Drew. The car was a 1980 something Crown Victoria this sucker was a tank of pure metal and steel. The guy selling it was a backyard mechanic and kept pretty good care of it. He was asking $1,000 and Drew batted his blue eyes and he agreed to take his (mine) $500. Drew was ecstatic.
He and his friends ended up name the Beast “Narnia” because things would go in and never to be seen again. I think that had more to do with the fact he never cleaned it. Poor Narnia as with all used cars had issues. The windshield wipers didn’t work unless you plugged them in which could be really inconvenient when it was raining and you had to jump out to plug them in. The heater didn’t work so we ended up getting him a dash defroster and heater. He even almost got kicked out school for an illegal ramen sale out of the trunk of the car. But, Drew loved that car for all it’s imperfections probably more so because of them. I think that is typical Drew, he loved the people that didn’t think they were worth it. But he loved them just the same. As with any stories of your first car I am sure I don’t know even a fraction of them but what I know it was well used and well loved before it kicked the bucket.