The first car I ever owned was a 1966 Pontiac Ventura. It had manual windows, no radio, and one heck of an engine! Too much horsepower for such a young girl but it was 1978 ... most of the cars were big and powerful!
Then I bought my first new car, a 1978 El Camino with a curved back window. Was my personal favorite! But when I got into an accident, I needed a car to go back and forth to work. My Dad knew a guy who knew a guy ......
It was a 1963 Chevy with 3 on the tree, and no real muffler. It let out a noisy vroom vroom every time I shifted. It was very fun to drive! I cant seem to remember what model it was, but I sold it once my ElC was fixed.
Does this information matter? Does a person's history make a difference to those who will come after us? I know the details aren't important. And maybe it wont make a difference, but here I am recording the mundane pieces of my life's history.
So why in our teens and 20s is what we drive so important? Some carry the desire for fancy or sports cars later into life. But for me, it's a tool to get me from A to Z. Or maybe thats the old lady in me. lol
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