17 September 2016

Never Look a Gift Car in the Trunk




I was hitchhiking through Scotland at 17 with a girlfriend.


In Glasgow, some guy offered to sell us a car, for five pounds. 
An old 1960 Opel Rekord. 
It was registered in Sweden, so the steering wheel was on the wrong side for Scotland. 
The passenger door was held with string. 
The trunk didn’t open. 
It leaked and needed daily watering. 

Never mind that my friend was American. 
She had never driven on the left. 
She didn’t drive a stick shift. 

I could—barely—but I didn't have a license. 
The driving age was 18.


But there wasn't as much traffic in those days. 
Did I mention that the steering wheel was on the wrong side? 

We managed somehow to get through Glasgow, and stopped for two Scottish hitchhikers on the road north. They looked at us, at the car, and politely declined. 
Then we stopped for two British guys, who could actually drive. 

At the end of the journey, we sold the car in Edinburgh—for five pounds, and took the train back to London.



Wonder what was in the trunk?


(From "Meanwhile, Back in Los Ranchos".)

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