The other day I had a talk with a couple partners of mine about their medical school cars while they were medical students. You see, in spite of what some may choose to believe, not every doctor was born with a silver spoon in their mouths. I owned one car. In high school I drove a 1985 four door grey Mercury Topaz. Heat. Air. Stick. And a radio. A nice decent car at the time.
I can't say it had the appeal of a Camero, but it worked for me. In college I drove a 1985 Mercury Topaz. Heat. Air. Stick. And a radio. Again a hot rod, but you don't really have to drive so much in college. In medical school I drove a 1985 Mercury Topaz. By now, one really cold winter, I snapped the control on the vent system. Now I had no air. I had no heat. And I had no defroster. For me, my defroster was squirting windshield washer fluid to get rid of the ice and then ride the fluid button until my heat warmed up the windshield. Often times I would drive with my head out the window.
Then, the door handle snapped during a cold streak. No door handle. I had to Bo and Luke it for a while. Or I'd open it up from the inside. Complicate this by a random hit and run to my door frame and I had to use a crow bar to open my door. This left big nasty indentations. After several years of delivering pizzas in college, my seat frame developed a noticable angle to it from constantly reaching over to the passenger seat to pick up the pizza containters.
I drove almost at a 45 degree angle to the road.. I had no mirror on the passenger side. I had no park break. My clutch was unnecessary to change gears. By now the floor had rusted out as well as in multiple zones across the whole body. Then, the axle or struts, I'm not sure, were so badly worn down that my two rear tires drove at a slight outward angle. This left a tread wear on my tires so bad you could see the metal frame of wires within my tire that left smoke coming off the road. I drove her into her last few miles.
At the end of my medical school career, I took her to a dealership, parked half a mile away and walked in shame. I told them I needed something decent. The salesman said, "Are you going to buy a car like a doctor"? I thought that was odd, so I asked them what he meant by that. He told me his wife was a physician and she always told him she buys cars like she practices her doctor stuff:
See one. Drive one. Buy one.
How funny. I ended up with a three year lease on a Ford Focus. Perfect for what I needed for residency. They asked me what I had for a trade in. I offered them my humble mass of scrap metal. They took it off my hands for $200. I was the happiest medical student alive. Now, fast forward to ObamaCare. All that is old, is new again, as this original Happy medical ecard helps explain.
Some of this post is for entertainment purposes only and likely contains humor only understood by those in a healthcare profession. Read at your own risk.