Car's

Car's

by scirish

I have always been enamored with cars. As a little kid I was sure that all the big trucks were mine…they all had my initials on the front.

My first boyfriend's father was a mechanic and the boyfriend had a fledgling body shop. I learned how to tape the pieces that should not get painted and to enjoy the end result.

I moved on in life, got married and we had to share a car. I never liked it. I finally got the "extra" car and felt resentful, but it was better than a bus. Then I bought my first car on my own. Oh…what a feeling…My name, my insurance (oy)… But it was all mine! I had freedom. I learned to take care of it on my own and to listen to it. When the sound of it changed, I wanted to know why. Where was the new clink, rattle or roll coming from? I learned because it was mine and had a direct affect on how independent I could be.

It's odd, but I do think the car you own can tell a lot about what you are thinking about your life. For instance, I have had a sporty car, an expensive sporty car, an Omg, no one has this yet car, a crappy, how does this even run car, and a run over everything in its path car. None of which are in any particular order.

What do you think? Do you like cars? Do you have a favorite? Do you have memories concerning cars? (uh oh)