  "There's something about old cars that bring you back to a place and time when things were just better." Mark Towle, Owner Gotham Garage Should the theory of parallel universes be disproven, there are other ways to transport to earlier places and times, unlived lives included. One of the better ones is old cars. My first was a then (1966) thirteen-year-old Studebaker Commander. Cost, $300, just under $3,000 in today's money. I loved that car! I pushed it more than drove it. I couldn't afford the gas and insurance, not to mention major repairs, of which it needed many. But it was mine, I loved it, I'll never forget it. It took me on dates to drive-ins, with friends to the beach, to interviews for jobs I rarely got for money I needed to keep it. My car looked everything and nothing like this one. In my opinion, a design way ahead of its time in 1953, 1966, and beautiful even today. Nothing like this one because of everything my car needed, very little of which I could afford. And one day, less than a year after buying it, I faced reality and sold it to a man who told me he would take good care of it. And he did too, returning less than a year later to show me what he had done. Engine rebuilt, interior, which was in good shape when I had it, refreshed, new tires, brakes, and shocks. No more pushing. Everything I wished I could have done for it. There is much more about 1966 I don't recall than there is that I do. However, there's little about that Studebaker that does not come rushing back to me whenever I think about our way too brief time together. I'm living the life I chose, no regrets, occasionally in mine and my first car's lived and unlived lives.
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