((Left) My Morrie, Zew Zealand 1991. (Right) Peaches in Bend | Photos Courtesy of Rosell Wealth Management)
It’s only April and temperatures have already soared into the 70’s. Often this means a spring snowstorm is right around the corner. I love this time of year as flowers begin to show their heads, lawns end their hibernation and the snow is soft and carvable on Mt Bachelor where parking passes are no longer required! For me, it’s also the time to start up Peaches and get her ready for the open roads.
Yes, this is leading to a story I would like to share with you. It takes place in the beautiful country of New Zealand where my daughter Sophie currently attends university and the only COVID-free place on earth! As she is learning, when you know where you’re starting from and where you are going, and you mitigate the risks along the way, you can take advantage of opportunities. Years ago, I would also discover in New Zealand just how profoundly that adage can impact one’s life.
It was 1991, I landed in Auckland after an overnight flight. The sun was just rising. Just as I exited baggage claim, half-awake, a frazzled young German man approached me. “Do you want to buy my car?” he asked in a frantic tone. “I make you a very good price!” His anxiety was obvious. He was scheduled to board a flight back to Frankfurt that morning and had not yet sold his 1956 Morris Minor Van. I listened to my gut and thought, Sure, I will take a look at your car. What do I have to lose? The vintage car had some rust and looked a bit worn, but it was oozing with character. I offered the man $200. He gladly took the money and handed me the keys. As I drove my latest purchase in a place I had always dreamed of traveling, I felt as free as an uncaged parrot. It did not take me long to learn, however, that the only time an old English car does not leak oil is when there is no oil in the engine. Of course, the Morris Minor, affectionately identified by Kiwis as a Morrie, had a lot of other quirks and idiosyncrasies. But she had character and style, and I was proud and excited to call her mine. Over the next two months, I crisscrossed this island/theme park, participating in every fun antic I could find. I fell in love with New Zealand as well as my new car.
Nine years later, I moved to beautiful Bend in November of 2000. My new town reminded me of New Zealand because of its beautiful scenery and friendly people. Never before had I been to a locale where almost all the residents had come from somewhere else, having made a conscious decision to live, raise their children or retire here. Within months, I had set up a financial planning office in downtown Bend. This year we are proudly celebrating our 20th year in business.
One morning I looked out my new office window and I could not believe my eyes. A Morris Minor! The distinctive front grille was unmistakable. I immediately ran outside to appreciate it firsthand. It was a convertible! I had no idea they made a topless model. Furthermore, I had never seen this British icon in America. It was in beautiful condition. It even had the steering wheel on the English side! It was love at first sight. I looked all around for the owner of the car to no avail. I had an appointment, which was not an everyday occurrence at that time, so I left a note on the windshield that read: I used to own this same car in New Zealand. If you ever want to sell it, please call me. Sadly, by the time my appointment was over, the Morrie was gone.
A year later I was mowing my lawn when the phone rang. At the other end I heard, “David, this is your lucky day. I am selling my Morris Minor.” It took me a moment to put the pieces together and remember the car I had spotted downtown some 12 months prior. That same day I was in his garage across town with my recently born daughter Sophie. My heart was pumping. Just looking at the car brought back so many wonderful memories from my New Zealand exploits. The owner, John, shared his story. Years earlier he had shipped the car from England to Bend for his Japanese girlfriend, who had named the car Peaches. Now he was retiring as a doctor from St. Charles Hospital to sail his boat from Portland to, of all places, New Zealand.
I proceeded to share with him a photo of the Morrie I had previously owned in New Zealand. This was more than a coincidence we thought. John suggested I take Peaches for a spin and even placed Sophie’s car seat in the back. The moment I got behind the right-side steering wheel I felt at home. We drove the car right into our garage, as I knew it was going to be mine. I got out of the car, acknowledged that she had found her new home and then drove back to make it official.
When I returned to John’s home, he could see the grin on my face. He proceeded to show me every receipt, from shipping and restoration to replacement parts and labor. He had probably invested more money into the Morrie than she was worth. He expressed how delighted he was to see my adoration for Peaches and how he had been waiting to pass this car on to the right someone who would appreciate her. I was that person. Then he pulled out the receipts from the prior year, which did not add up to more than a few thousand dollars. If I simply paid that amount, the car would be mine. In disbelief, I immediately wrote him a check and drove my new family member into her warm new home. She looked so good in my garage.
Peaches, which I drive to work most summer days, has brought a continual stream of serendipity and good fortune into my life. For more than a decade she was the face of my financial practice as her non-ostentatious, adventurous spirit shared a message about the road to financial independence. It was as though she said: Envision your life’s journey. See yourself in the driver’s seat. Make the right turns on your financial journey.
Peaches is a dear friend. I can come home from a long day at work and take her for a spin and all of my concerns evaporate. When I take her on a family ride and park downtown, she attracts a crowd of smiling, curious faces. Peaches is not just another pretty classic car, she is the symbol for me of a plethora of life lessons. Henry David Thoreau wrote: If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. What this means to me is that if you focus on what it is you want in life and if you continually do good, when you least expect it the worthy things in life that motivate you will suddenly appear.
Peaches also offers me some other life lessons:
- Like Peaches, one does not need to be flamboyant or showy to get positive attention.
- If you treat others well, they will treat you well. Peaches, who will be celebrating her 65th birthday this year, is still a beauty because she is well maintained and loved.
- There are no accidents in our lives. Everything happens for a purpose. What are the chances of a German tourist passing a car on to me that would come back to me decades later in my new hometown of Bend?
- History has a way of repeating itself. I never would have imagined when I was traveling New Zealand in my car that exactly 30 years later my daughter would purchase a car of her own in the very same country of New Zealand.
The biggest lesson Peaches has imparted to me, however, has to do with finances. Here it is:
If you look after your money the way you would an old beloved car, you can live the life you have always imagined.
My New Zealand experiences proved to me that what we think about expands. As you plan your years of financial independence, you must make sure that your financial planning expands with your vision. That means rounding out your retirement income survival kit because, as you already know, failure is not an option.
David Rosell is president of Rosell Wealth Management in Bend. RosellWealthManagement.com. He is the creator of Recession-Proof Your Retirement Podcast and author of Failure is Not an Option — Creating Certainty in the Uncertainty of Retirement and Keep Climbing — A Millennial’s Guide to Financial Planning. Find Rosell’s books on Audible and iBooks as well as Amazon.com
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