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Nikki Hardin
Founder and Publisher of Skirt!. A native of Kentucky, I left home at 17 to elope with my high-school boyfriend. Twelve years later, divorced with three children and unskilled at almost everything, I started college at the age of 29. Earned a B.A. in literature from American University in 1976 and attended graduate school at the University of Virginia on a Governor’s Fellowship. I never completed my master’s degree, however,...
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The “Around the Clock” Issue


Throughout most of my adult life, I drove a succession of “preowned” cars, most of which hadn’t seen a warranty in decades. There was the Suburu that somehow came off its frame, or something equally mysterious and fatal, a few weeks into my ownership. The VW that blew an engine. The Nissan whose timing chain broke as I crossed into two lanes of oncoming traffic. The Corvair that made a mysterious loud hooting noise that was never diagnosed. The Ford Galaxie whose headliner drooped so low I had to wear a hat to keep it out of my eyes. And of course there were assorted other episodes of thrown rods, cracked engine blocks, leaking water pumps, bad wheel bearings, failed inspections, tow trucks and tears. To those of you who have been through it, you know the fear that each turn of the ignition key brings, the relief when you whiteknuckle it home with the needle rising on the temperature gauge. These were the cars I drove to the phone company at midnight to pay the past-due bill, the cars that never left home without a gallon of water in the back seat in case they overheated, the cars that screamed “I’m a single mom with an overdrawn bank account.” Today I have work I love, a job that makes it possible to pay my bills on time, and a car with a warranty–the next best thing to health insurance. I’ve been amazingly lucky, but I never forget the women who have to make hard choices. Who have to miss work if their kids are sick. Who have to choose between new tires for the car or new shoes for the kids. Who are constantly doing Mom Math in their heads: “If I mail a check for the rent on the 1st, will it arrive within the grace period but not too soon to clear before I deposit my paycheck?” March is Women’s History month, and while I revere our famous feminist icons, it’s the women who ride around on bald tires, who rarely get to eat out unless it’s from a drive-through, who live and work without a net who are my heroes. Because not giving up is an around-the-clock job.
michritter
michritter
Posted Tue, 03/11/2008 - 21:16
The Pontiac LeMans with thumbtacks in the roof, the Chocolate Brown Ford Fairmont with mustard yellow interior that would maybe make 45 miles an hour going downhill with a tailwind, the Celica that finally got traded in the day the brakes caught on fire - who knew that could even happen? Thank you for reminding me. It's sad that we forget the roads we've traveled and the cars that brought us here.
grey gardens north
grey gardens north
Posted Wed, 03/19/2008 - 21:04
I appreciate NIkki's comments about used cars so very much. Memories came flooding back about my old 1980 Sunbird that didn't have heat in the middle of a midwest winter. A beaten boat-of-car Caprice that got me through college - barely. These cars represent times of an inordinate amount of struggle. Being able to finally purchase my first new car represented my decision to never give up and to believe that life will get better with hard work and determination. But my former struggles are small in comparison to the women in a documentary film called "It Was a Wonderful Life." The women in the film actually LIVED in their cars for a portion of their lives. It happened after a divorce or after the loss of a job. It's gut-wrenching to watch, but it's inspirational as well. So, I suggest to all women out there to find it in your local movie rental store, or rent it from Netflix. And thanks to Nikki for your stellar writing.

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