I realized how infrequently I see people pushing cars. When I was a kid, we pushed cars a bunch. It was almost always fun and satisfying to move a vehicle with just our own strength. Even as a kid, I had a significant contribution to my father’s or brother’s efforts. If not, I would be the one steering the car. This was around Sarah’s age now of 7. We spent time working on our cars as well, either for tuning performance on Calvin’s hot rods or repairing them like when I helped rebuild the top end of our Datsun 510. Turns out I’ve done replaced brakes, radiators, carbs and distributors, head gaskets, oil pans, and more. I’m gonna have to include that on my resume.
People don’t often push cars in San Diego, myself included. Waiting for the tow truck or leaving the car alone is more common as well as relying on a mechanic to repair them. On occasion, I’ve helped people push their cars off the road when stuck in traffic. This also is a cool experience, holding off other drivers, helping a person out of a jam, working together with one or two others to move a couple thousand pounds of metal. I felt a sense of longing when I realized how infrequently I pushed cars nowadays.