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Ode to the '58 Chevy
by Terry Michaels
07/24/08
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I purchased my first car at sixteen, a 58 Chevy Biscayne. It was an ugly beast with two tones of blue, rusted chrome trim and an oxidized white roof. The paint was bleached out like an ancient barnacle and the body had more dings than a school bell. The matching interior seats were worn out and ripped like a Goodwill sofa set. Though my high mileage vehicle showed a lot of wear and tear, for a fourteen year old jalopy it ran like a Timex watch. I had done okay for $125. Nor could I argue with the payment plan, $25 every other week. That’s how often I got paid at Rustler Steakhouse where I bussed tables. It’s funny how life goes when you’re sixteen. You need a car to get to work and you need to work to get a car. It seems all my money went into my Chevy with insurance, gas and maintenance. My car and my job depended on each other so I kept them both.

It wasn’t long after I bought my putter that I received my first traffic violation. This was like a rite of passage for cruising the boulevard. If you didn’t have a ticket to wave out your window you weren’t anything but a road rookie. I became boulevard worthy on December 31, 1972. It was about eight o’clock in the evening; Roxanne and I were on our way to a New Year’s party. I was proceeding to make a lane change on Sherman Way when, all of a sudden, two motorcycle cops decided to pass around my Chevy in pursuit of a speeder. Common sense says that you should never swerve to the left of a vehicle merging in that same direction, even if you have a badge on, but that’s exactly what one of the coppers did. The other had a little more sense and passed me to the right. The poor little officer to my left almost took a nasty spill but fortunately for him he quickly regained control of his ride. Nevertheless he wasn’t too happy even after saving himself from what may have been a fatal wipeout. The angry policeman hastened ahead to catch up with the speeding vehicle but not before yelling to his partner, “Get that #*&^*#$^*” It was obvious from his expletives that he was referring to yours truly.

Before I knew it I was being pulled over for obstructing the way of the foolish. I was confused as to why the citing officer would have me take a sobriety test so early into the evening, besides I was en route to a party. It would have made more sense had he caught me on the way home. But he was bent on vengeance and needed a sound reason for pulling me over. So I stood there on one leg, extended both arms, touched the tip of my nose, did the hokey pokey and turned myself around. Following my impeccable performance I was quickly found guilty of sobriety in the first degree. Since there was nothing on the books that would prohibit a person from driving in his right mind I was cited for an unsafe lane change.

I agree that there was an offense committed on that scandalous night, someone had indeed made an unsafe lane change, but it wasn’t the squirt in the 58 Chevy. It was that Ponch-wannabe with the trash mouth, the one who referred to me as a bleepity-bleepity-bleep. I did not appreciate the vulgar commentary which was expressed by this officer of the law and also felt the citation to be unwarranted. When I told my mother about the incident she recommended that I challenge this charge in court and also share with the judge how I had been assaulted with vile remarks. Either that or I’d pay a handsome fine for something I didn’t do. Naturally I decided to have my day in court. However, the citing officer decided not to have a day in court, most likely due to the inevitable embarrassment he would face, so the violation was excused. I was happy the ticket was dismissed but felt robbed of an opportunity to repeat those four-letter words uttered by the foul mouthed cop.

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It is amazing how slow we are to recognize our own sin but when we see that same sin in others we stand ready to condemn. The officer, who obviously exhibited poor driving skills, wanted to condemn me for mine. And then there was me, the biggest trash-mouth of all. I wanted the cop to pay for the very offense I was so often guilty of. Neither of us showed interest in mercy. We were both pointing fingers and both bent on justice. All the while we each had three extra fingers pointing back at ourselves. The fact is, whatever I thought that officer deserved, I deserved ten times more.

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The third chapter of James’ epistle has much to say about the tongue. In James 3:4 the tongue is compared to a small rudder of a huge ship. I might liken it to the steering wheel of a 58 Chevy. The idea here is that wherever we maneuver that tiny flapper the rest of our flesh is sure to follow. James goes on to describe the uncontrolled tongue as a small flame ignited by hell which can quickly set off a huge blaze. No doubt that foul mouthed policeman had set a fire under me! The most alarming thing James says about that puny little muscle mass is, “No man can tame the tongue!” Take it from someone who has tried, the apostle is right. We’ve got to hand that little rudder over to God. Only He can control it. And He’ll never steer you wrong!


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Sherry Wendling 24 Jul 2008
Delightful! I like your humorous, conversational style, and the way you used the humor to drive home the truth about the tongue. Some wonderful turns of a phrase, like "pulled over for obstructing the way of the foolish," and "wherever we maneuver that tiny flapper the rest of our flesh is sure to follow." Thanks for a hoot and a homily, rolled into one!
M. R. Davenport 24 Jul 2008
This was fun Terry. I enjoyed it...Sounded familiar, you know? Think I'll write something about the day I was driving my old Impala down Burke Hill at 105...




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