2nd class riding is better than 1st class walking. I always felt fortunate to have a car.
I was ecstatic to have a car. I began college without one, as Grandmother's old Pontiac Tempest finally gave up the ghost the summer after I graduated high school. My
Freshmen year was a new experience and I was 2.5 hours' drive from home, but had no expectation of what campus life was, so didn't terribly miss a car.
My roommate took me places, and I think I caught a ride to church that first semester.
When I came home for Christmas, Grandmother had arranged for me to go see Reverend Blue's car that he was selling, this car. He was in his 40's, I think, and this car had run its course. We only payed $250 for it, and it was SO excited to have my own wheels again. But, it was a sore sight for eyes. Red primer showed through all over the hood, roof, and trunk, possibly from acid rain, or just bad metallic paint.
I never understood the appeal of the Pacer. I wonder if anyone actually turned one into a fish bowl?
In hindsight, I think I did.
I was a teen when they hit. Frist, most cars then did not have the sweeping windshields of the 1960's, and lots of blind spots prevailed, so the extensive glass seemed luxuirious, or at least innovative and new.
And, the designed seemed to be intentionally copying the Jetsons' space cars, with bubbles as the model for the cabin, implying the old school space craft of science fiction. At the time, we didn't know that it wasn't going to be the "next thing" in car designs. Detroit seemed to be casting about for how to direct the new trends. Some of the Japanese imports received negative reactions because they were too small, too confined and too mean.
To be honest, I still smile when I think of the Pacer. If I were to be a car and fail, I could do worse than be a bubble with wheels.