Let's face it, most of us in our twenties are not going out and buying brand new Mercedes. One, we don't have that kind of money, and if you do, you're lucky! Two, for those of us who don't, our first cars are always going to be more than just a car.
Your first car is going to be the car that you drive to all the parties because you're the designated driver. It's going to be the car that your friends throw up in on the way home from said parties. It's the car that only some of the windows go down, and the trunk doesn't lock. The car that you can hear coming from a mile away because let's face it, even with working two jobs you still can't afford to fix the damn thing. It's the car that you sit in late at night contemplating all the things in life you've ever done wrong, as well as the things you've done right. It's the first car you'll break down in on the side of the road, start to cry and wish that you never bought it. It's the one that has all the rigged up mechanical work because you can't afford to take it to a real shop, so duct tape might come in handy for that muffler that falls off. You're not afraid of parking it too close to something, or putting a few dents in it here and there because, well, it was cheap. It's the car that you'll cry in, laugh in, and sing horribly to the radio with what's her name you met at that one party. It's the one that you'll dig out of the snow in your college parking lot after it snowed two feet in a night.
Honestly, your first car is always going to be more than just a car. You name it, you own it, and like it or not at time, you love that car. You love that car because you know how to work everything that doesn't work in it, and nobody else can drive it. You love it because you kissed what's his name in the back seat years ago, and now it's just funny. You love it because everyone else hates it.
This car is the one you worked that awful summer job for. The one that you buy on the side of the road because you think it's the best thing in the world. Which it probably is when you're twenty-something. But let's face the fact that you'll be sad to see the p.o.s. head down the road. In my case, the junk yard. But even with all of the bells and whistles that don't work, that car taught me, as well as many of you just how important it is to work hard for everything you want to have in life.
With a nice new set of tires, some breaks, an oil change, that you learn to do by yourself every so many thousand miles, you'll find that car will follow you well into your "adult" life, which is probably a good thing because as we are all finding out, this "adulting" thing, sucks and we still have no money.
But with the memories that follow you well into your Mercedes life, you'll always think back to that first car, and being twenty-something and all the memories that came with the car you called every name in the book at some point.
Think of these memories when you're riding in your new car, and then realize how far you've come from that stupid car sale you made on the side of some road in the middle of nowhere. Think of these stories to tell your kids, but let them make the same stupid car sale to, because it'll forever be their favorite car too.
