Some people name their cars. We haven’t, with one exception: college kids and their first vehicles.
The Chevy Nova with the Toyota engine that was first given to Hans as a student in Tennessee, should have been dubbed “Kitty” because of its 9 lives. Not only has it moved through multiple owners, it’s also had a coat of many colors: beige, green, blue, red, bush camouflage, Swedish flag and now snow-camo.
It’s name? “The Bean,” dubbed so during its green-bean color phase. A better name might have been “Everlast” or “Humilitymobile.”
Currently painted white and grey, a snow-camouflage, The Bean wintered in deep drifts behind a Michigan garage and this week was put back into service. It is Louisa’s turn to climb behind the wheel and start the car with a screwdriver. As she heads to northern Wisconsin to counsel at a high school camp, it’ll be The Bean that gets her there.
This car begs to be pulled over by police and often is. However, outfitted with legal plates, tags, registration and proof of insurance, it charms its way out of every ticket. As one officer said after pulling Klaus over, “I knew there just had to be something illegal about this car.” But he drove away disappointed.
Over the years, The Bean has taught us three valuable lessons:
- Don’t judge a car by its paint job (or rust spots, or engine racket). Look instead at its track record.
- Fight the urge to buy a classy-car image, because the snazziest cars sometimes clunk before 100,000 miles.
- Although an unkempt interior can cause embarrassment, it can still get you where you want to go.
Those 3 lessons happen to be biblical, and they apply to people, too:
- No one should be judged by his/her appearance.
- Everyone should project only an image of who he/she really is.
- A person’s dependability is more important than looking good.
As of tomorrow, Louisa will begin bonding with the humble Bean, and she has magnificent plans to personalize it: silver paint enhanced with glitter.
“Is that legal?” she said. “Just think how it would dazzle in the sun!”
She’d better anticipate double-trouble with police pull-overs. And there’s one more possible snafu that may result in a debate with her older brother Nelson about The Bean’s next make-over. He has already refashioned it in preparation for his own next venture, a 750 mile drive to the School of Biblical Studies he’ll be attending this winter… in snowy Montana.
“Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.” (Luke 6:37)
I love those old painted cars. I had a few of them back in the day and thought nothing of painting them with a brush and roller. When my painting failed Earl Scheib would paint my car for $ 29.95. Never judge a person by the car they drive. Amen to that!
Don’t wreck that thing.
Glitter for sure.
Our high school pastor once let the high school group paint his car because he was going to trade it in anyway. Problem is that someone painted over his license plate, so he DID get a ticket!!
YES to the glitter! It will totally bring out the camo tracing in Nelson’s work and match the winter theme. 🙂
Once had a car named Bertha.
Wiper mechanism didn’t work anymore.
Johnson & Johnson floor wax, scantily applied in a VERY thin coat, made the rain bead up on the windshield. I could see pretty well inbetween “the beads”. Sold it for the parts,(I thought) Months later, saw Bertha, who apparently had her innards repaired, and was rolling along, just fine, wipers and all.. ~ ~ ~
Ona poignant note – after my Dad died, we got his car. Everytime I opened the door to get in, I could smell his aftershave. Sweet reminder – and it took Stephanie to and from school at Washington Bible College and into the early years of marriage.
Margaret. Our first car as a married couple in 1964 was a Chevy Nova…plain white. In Spanish ‘no va” means doesn’t work or go…you’ve beaten the odds by almost 50 years!
the first car ive ever drove!