Do you have fond memories of your first car? I certainly do.
My first car was quite sporty: a used yellow and black Ford Maverick I called Beezy.
My dad helped me shop for the car, but I bought it with money I’d earned working as a retail sales clerk at a women’s clothing store. Parting with that $600 was hard, but I felt so grown-up with my set of wheels.
Sadly, I didn’t own the car long. During the first year I had my Maverick, it got crunched. A fellow college student drove through the rows in the student parking lot. For some reason I never quite figured out, he didn’t expect to see anyone driving down the actual rows between the cars in search of a parking place. In his surprise, he hit his accelerator instead of his brake and plowed into the empty passenger side.
I was fine, but my poor car sustained enough damage for the insurance company to total it. Once again my dad helped me shop for a car. This time I ended up with a white Maverick, which I enjoyed for a number of years. It didn’t get hit while I had it, due in large part to my very cautious driving in parking lots after that, I’m sure.
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What was your first car, and how long did you own it?