When I was in high school I discovered my passion for cars, specifically American muscle cars from the 50’s through the early 70’s. I have never been a fan of car designs from the late 70’s through the mid 90’s. After about 1993/4 the muscle cars started making a comeback design wise.
My dad and I bonded over our love of cars. We could spend hours wandering car shows with me trying to convince him I needed every 64 1/2, 65, or 66 Mustang I saw, especially the dark blue ones. My dream car is a 1965 fastback in dark blue with white interior. No, I haven’t put much thought into it… Kind of like this one I came across on Pinterest. We also would wander car lots when they were closed to look at new models. My dance studio was across the street from a Ford dealer and I often would check out the cars when I had a break.
If you have read my About Me page, you know I owned a 1994 Mustang when I was a senior in high school. It was kind of an impulse buy and if I hadn’t lived in Wisconsin I think I would have kept it longer. I loved that car but you know what car I loved more? My dad’s Chevelle that he bought while I was in high school. I was never allowed to drive it but damn was that a cool looking car! I have memories of tooling around town in it with my parents. Even in high school, I was like it’s ok to be seen with them as long as I’m in this car. Any other time?
Probably not. 😉
Cars have always been part of my life. But Jenna… everyone could say that. You’re right, most, if not all people, can say cars have been a part of their life. For me though cars are more than just a car. They are tied to a lot of memories. They are something I like to switch up every few years, almost like an accessory. I think that stems from growing up and having different, new to us, cars. I can’t say all the cars were new, some were, some weren’t. I won’t list them all, that could take days.
I learned to drive on a Ford Escort. I drove that car for a couple of years before I got my Mustang. If you ask my friend’s from high school, I bet they remember that car and all the fun we had in it. I also learned on a GMC Jimmy which I drove when the snow/ice was bad. After I grew tired of the Escort, I bought my Mustang. The most vivid memory was the night I was driving home in the snow. I was going super duper slow but I still fishtailed on a corner. Thankfully, no other cars were around and I got out of it quickly. But there is nothing like fishtailing to give you a good scare.
I won’t go through all my cars and memories but I will say I do have photos of all of the cars I personally bought. I have memories, good and bad, for them all too. Looking at those photos I can remember all the fun times with friends or how shitty the car turned out to be (looking at you 2001 Malibu).
It’s also cool to think about how far cars have come from my dad’s Chevelle to my current Cruze the differences are amazing! I wonder if people in the 60’s/70’s would think one day they could plug their phone into their car and it would talk to them. LOL
Memories can be tied to inanimate objects, especially those that play a large role in our life. What was your first car and why did you love it?
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