Letter of the Month: Nova, Renewed
Little did I know that my life would be changed in July of 1972, when my friend, Don Carter, and I were on our way to the local swimming hole to celebrate his birthday. Another driver ran a stop sign and totaled the 1965 Chevy Biscayne that my parents had handed down to me.
I was 19 years old and had graduated from high school a year prior, in 1971. I had wanted to buy a pickup, but they were more expensive than a car. Worse, my mom insisted on a car due to my enrollment in tech school. The search began.
I went to the local Chevrolet dealership, and they guided me to a car that had just debuted — a 1973 Honda…
