3. Your first car.
5. Write a love letter to someone (some thing) you love.Yep…I loved my first car…so here goes.
Dearest Old Blue (yep, my car was named old blue),
I know that you weren’t much to look at. But in all your sky blue, old lady car, early 90s grandness you gave me freedom. You gave me my first taste of being able to feel the wind in my hair when I rolled down your windows…and you were kind enough to give me a workout in doing so through your nearly-impossible-to-turn crank down windows.
I have such fond memories or cruising through town with you, girlfriends in the backseat and maybe some in the front seat because your bench seat allowed us to squeeze in as many people as possible. Not to mention the memories that I harbor of my passengers deciding it’d be funny to reach their foot over and press my foot against the gas pedal…because of course your bench seat front was totally open.
I would also like to thank you for keeping my butt safe through my teen years of driving because we both know that I wasn’t the best at it. And I didn’t get much help from my friends. Your huge ass end make parallel parking a b**ch and while I still have mental blocks against it (yep….I REFUSE to parallel park or back into a spot…I’ll park miles away rather than do those things), it saved me from injury in many an accident. I’m sorry for backing you into a pole that time I “forgot” I had a rear-view mirror and for staring open mouthed as that big truck backed right into the side of you. I forgot you had a horn. I’m also sorry for turning you into a neighboring lane of traffic and right into a van. I blame your blind spot. You got me back for that one by causing the AC to malfunction.
Despite these setbacks, you faithfully stayed by me through my high school and college careers. I miss you terribly still and I was very sad that day I gave you up. And by the way…nice trick you pulled not starting for the car dealer as soon as I was in my new car. That one was classic.