What My Ford Galaxy Taught Me about Mentoring

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As a freshman in college, I had to live with my parents, which was not what I wanted to be doing. Feeling stifled and cut off from my peers, I imagined that buying a car would give me (some of) the freedom I craved. When I broached the topic with my parents, they shut me down immediately. I heard a litany of reasons why a car didn’t make sense for me. Top of the list: I could ride to the university with my dad who was a professor there.

Crestfallen, I moped around for a while. Then, my teenage defiance kicked in, and I started to look at used cars. My parents’ resistance subsided as they watched me tackle the obstacles on my own. Somewhere during this process, our next-door neighbor, Bill, started to help me filter the ads and get my arms around this major purchase. An engineer and super-nice guy with no kids of his own, he provided subtle guidance that buoyed my efforts.

Eventually I found a car I could afford – a ’64 Ford Galaxy 500. When Bill assured me that it was mechanically sound, my freedom seemed in reach. The problem was that the previous owner had stripped its paint, but not finished the job. Talking to Bill, I learned that without new paint the car would rust in one Wisconsin winter. But it was a very expensive repair that put the car out of my price range.

Then Bill offered a solution: he could help me paint it. Let’s be clear: I was a sissy. Car mechanics were not my thing. Somehow, he coached me into doing the unimaginable. We worked together for 2-3 weeks that fall, sanding, priming, and painting my car. He had the tools, equipment, and skills to manage the technical aspects of the job.

But more importantly, he had the patience and wisdom to make me the leader in the rehabilitation of my car. I discovered that I could operate a power sander and pressurized spray painter to transform this ugly, dull grey car into a shiny, turquoise symbol of my freedom. I earned my independence – and my parents’ respect – under Bill’s tutelage that fall. Plus, I learned valuable lessons about persevering beyond obstacles to achieve my dreams.

First Car Stories Spark Dialogue

At dinner with a group of colleagues a few weeks ago, “first car” stories floated into the conversation. Everyone had a story to tell … and they told these stories with such passion and energy that I began to ponder the significance of a “first car” in our culture. I realized that these shiny, expensive objects represent independence, freedom, and responsibility – and in hindsight, they evoke memories of youthful antics, innocence, and growing up. No wonder so many people love to talk about their first cars.

My first car story means all those things to me. But because of Bill, I also take away important lessons about mentoring:

  • Let the mentee lead – Bill stepped into my goals and enabled me to achieve them. Never did he try to influence my overarching decision whether or not to buy a car. He left that to me (and my parents) to determine.
  • Advise rather than direct – Bill coached, taught, and demonstrated. He never bossed me around. At 17, I was rebellious enough that heavy-handed direction would have sent me running the other way, especially with my reticence for car repair. Instead, he tapped into my underlying goal and fueled my curiosity and tenacity.
  • Success has unglamorous beginnings – While I have never operated a pressurized spray painter again, Bill taught me some fundamental skills that transcend cars and painting. Success stemmed from a tedious and unglamorous process of sanding and preparing the surface for the new paint. Most major accomplishments result from a foundation built on tedious and unglamorous tasks.
  • Respect boundaries – My parents could have squelched this whole project if their authority was undermined. Bill never tried to compete with my parents’ authority. He was happy in his mentor role – a wise and compassionate advocate for my independence – operating on the sidelines.

What is your “first car” story? What life lessons have you derived from it and how can you mentor others from what you learned?



  1. Jean Storlie on October 3, 2014 at 12:06 pm

    Laura — Thanks for sharing your story. I had to pay for college too, which is why I had to live at home. And my parents had all the same objections to car ownership. Those experiences teach us a lot. I really was lucky to have Bill in my life!

  2. Laura on October 2, 2014 at 4:54 pm

    I enjoyed your story and rather wish I had an equally dedicated neighbor as yourself. I wanted a car when I was a teen and began saving in earnest for one. My father gave me a list of all the “other” things kids don’t think about related to owning a car: insurance, gas and oil changes, tires, etc. So, I gave up on ownership. I also had to pay for a good chunk of my college and housing expenses, so owning a car during college was prohibitive for me.

    However, at the age of 21, I think my father felt I was now a responsible adult, having proved I could succeed in college and managing my budget. He put me on a very tight budget and so I had to work 15-20 hours a week. That taught me a lot. I made some mistakes, yes, and at times ate nothing but beans and rice for a week, but I did learn financial responsibility! At 21, he surprised me with a car, a very cheap, but reliable car. He said I had 6 months of insurance and then I was on my own. And I was. I researched insurance, bought a policy, learned how to change my own oil and learned how to talk to a mechanic about what my car needed. So, I didn’t buy my car, but I did learn many valuable lessons related to that teenage desire to own a car. Forced responsibility managing a job, living on one’s own, and getting good grades were the lessons I needed before I was ready for a car. Funny how parents know these things!

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