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The Big Buick served me well — getting me from Michigan to Arkansas a few times a year, as well as getting a date and me to Little Rock and back on occasion.  But it was starting to show it’s age.  The rear brake line burst and I only had front brakes to stop that two ton beast, the window defroster didn’t work, and it was slowly rusting out.   So on one break from school, I rode home with a friend and came back driving a 1978 Plymouth Arrow (remember the ad campaign “Me and my Arrow…”?).

The Arrow had been my sister’s car when she was in high school and when she came home from Harding for the summer (she never took it to school).  But she was now married and living in Texas, so the car was available.  The Arrow was a sporty little car made by Mitsubishi in Japan (ours looked exactly like the black one in the picture above).  But it was seriously underpowered and not very well made.  It was difficult to maintain speed on big hills on the freeway, and it burned oil. It soon became apparent that the Arrow was not the answer to my car problems.  I now had two cars at Harding and had to make a decision. I decided to go back to the Big Buick.  I wasn’t sure what to do with the Arrow, so I just left it at Harding when I went to do an internship with a church in Muncie, Indiana the summer of 1986.

I was about to experience a few bumps in the road before things would get a lot better car-wise.  That’s the next chapter in the story.  Stay tuned!