My First Car
I bought my first car at 16. I paid for it myself, paid for maintenance, and even paid the insurance. My parents were firm in the idea of responsibility at a young age.
Unfortunately, I was not allowed to select my first car. I had my heart set on a pretty turquoise blue VW convertible bug. My parents, on the other hand, had their sights on a practical, fuel-efficient, and safe car. In silver. No convertible. Did I say practical?
I was crushed when they said no to my pretty convertible. I could not understand why they refused to consider the car. It was fun and perfect for a young high school junior. Perfect for sunny summer days, fall afternoons, and trips to the beach.
I envisioned myself, hair flowing, driving country roads with the top down. The music turned up loud and I singing along. I imagined going to high school football games with my friends piled into my jazzy convertible. We would go for pizza after the game and then cruise on home. All with the top down.
“No,” my mother said, “they are not safe.” “Convertibles are unsafe,” she said. She justified this statement with, “You’ll be crushed when it rolls over.”
To date I have never rolled a car over. To date my mother has never rolled a car over. In fact, I don’t know anyone who has rolled a car over.
But I was 16 and mom had the final word. Goodbye pretty VW convertible. Hello, practical Honda.
I suppose I shouldn’t complain. My first car was only 10 years old, a Honda, great gas mileage, clean, and reliable. But it was boring compared to my beloved convertible. The Honda did not mean fun times with friends, long road trips on country roads, and certainly not flowing hair in the wind.
I was not kind to my first car. I resented it so much I refused to change the oil regularly. I neglected the car to the point that it was puffing black smoke when I sold it. I disliked that car’s very existence because it had taken the VW’s place.
I am remorseful about my treatment of Honda. It was a good car for a 16-year-old. It saved me a lot of money on gas and maintenance. It was steadfast despite my neglect. It was my first car.
I have never owned a convertible. Today I drive a very practical, gray mini-van.
I think I need to buy a new car — perhaps a turquoise blue convertible.
What was your first car?
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