This weekend, I took a trip down memory lane.
My parents – the whole family, really – are searching for a first car for my 16-year-old sister. And since this is not “My Super Sweet 16,” it’s going to be a used car, and will probably be at least 10 years old.
I’m not going to get into my feelings about my sister’s protests that she can’t possibly drive the station-wagon that’s in perfect shape because “it’s ugly” – instead the whole process has reminded me of my first car.
It was around 2004, and the car was made in 1988. It cost me $91, which was to transfer the title and tags from my recently passed Uncle Joe to my parents. Its rearview mirror was also laying on the front seat and the back seat was covered in bird seeds (my uncle had a pet bird he took everywhere with him).
But I didn’t care – it was my ticket to freedom. Or at least, my ticket to being able to drive myself to work and school – the two places I frequented in those days.
I drove that car until it ground to a halt two years ago. Then I purchased my current ride, a Honda Accord, which is fancy enough to contain cupholders, something my Corsica didn’t feature.
What are your memories of your first car? How much did you – or your parents – pay for it? Did you have a lot of say in what you got to drive around?