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Is your car a Classic?

Published October 25th, 2006 in martin luther king style story, moral story, short story and uncategorized. 0 Comments

When I first started driving the best car I could afford was a 20 year old hatchback, it wasn’t a prestige marque, it didn’t have a big engine, it wasn’t impressive looking, but importantly it was mine. However once the novelty of ownership becamse a memory I began to search for some other positive aspect of the car.


Was it perhaps unique in some way? was it a limited edition? Unfortunately not? and indeed as Seinfeld says that label merely indicates a model is “limited to hte number they can sell”!


After much musing I concluded my car must at least be a “classic”.

Well I did some research, and found out that there was no agreed definition. In Ireland for Motor Tax it was 30 years, but for insurance 25 years.


So I looked to the car clubs to provide te answer, the anoraks had compiled a table
ANTIQUE Pre 1905
VETERAN 1905-1918
VINTAGE 1918-1930
POST VINTAGE 1931-1945
CLASSIC 1946-1981 (a moving wall of 25 years, I’ve updated the figure at the time of writing)


So my car was not a classic by any standard, but if I kept it long enought it would be, and there is a moral of story, age (or to use the broader term rarity) equals value.

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Never Argue with a Woman

Published May 29th, 2006 in anecdote, short story, moral and uncategorized. 1 Comment

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am. What are you doing?”, “Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that obvious?”), “You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her. “I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”, “Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman. “But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.” “Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.

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