How many times had she rescued it? She'd lost count. It seemed that every year since she'd gotten it, it had dwindled down to nothing and she'd had to give it a serious haircut to get it going again. It would, almost overnight, grow lush and full only to start dwindling and drooping again with no warning. How often she had looked at it, remembering, or drawing comfort from its upright eager vines that never seemed to quit. Poor Charlie, she thought. How many more times can I hack away at you like this and expect you to live? Although it is true that bigger vehicles consume more fuel, it doesn't mean they are less fuel efficient. Fuel efficiency is getting the most amount of energy from every amount of fuel that enters the engine. It means that the vehicle is able to make full use of the fuel it gets.

According to statistics, the average household income in 1970 was $8,734 and it rose to $16,461 in 1979. The unemployment rate was 3.5% in 1970 and up and down all decade landing at 8.5% in 1979. Heart disease was and still is the leading cause of death. Also, Aids and HIV was discovered in the seventies. There were many major medical break throughs in the 1970's. One of the most noted being the completion of the MRI scan in 1977. My mother recalls having medical insurance and being able to get a tooth pulled at the dentist for $15.00. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_Equinox Probably about 80-something percent. I'll be able to make a fist again. There's a knuckle I'll never be able to move again, but that's probably the only permanent damage, other than the scarring. In 1970 my husband bought a Dodge R/T for $5000. The price of the car was usually a bit less, but this particular car had all the bells and whistles needed to be a true Muscle Car. If kept in mint condition this car would now be worth approximately $50,000. He was young and foolish though; blew up the engine, and just trashed the car. To this day, the thought of his youthful waste makes him kind of sick. I had just started on another beer when someone dropped a few coins in the juke box. The music was bad country. To my utter disgust the first song that played was that "I want to stick a boot up your butt" super-patriotic, ultra-jingoist thing by the guy in the buy a truck commercials. The people around me began to sing along loudly. Well, since that was the only plan the three of us were able to come up with that whole evening, I figured it was destiny. There really wasn't anything else going on in my life so as dawn arrived we headed for the Army recruiting office. There were, of course, some tests for me to take. Skip: "Yaw, I can see that, let me yell at him: --'Hay stupid, yaw you, what you doing!"' Amery looks at Skip as if that might not be the smartest thing to do. Visit the NTX web site to learn of classic auto shows and swap meets that are held periodically in the parking lot. Reservations are now being taken for the first annual New Year's Eve party to happen December 31, 2009.