Everyone has their first loves. Whether it’s the first boy or girl they fall in love with, the first car they own, or even the first book they open up to read, there is always a first love. I had a few of those and specifically for my first car. The one that was mine by choice.
My car history had been grim up until that point. As most older children, I was given the old car my father used to drive when he got a new car. His tan, color-faded, sun-spotted, clunker of a Ford Explorer was given to me my senior year, and he got a new big, shiny, fancy red Ford Expedition. Was I upset? Not for one second.
First, I had a car. Duh.
Second, it was a working car. Double Duh.
I didn’t car that it was ugly or a clunker. Fact is I had a paid for vehicle that I hadn’t had to pay for.
But then the time came, and it was time to get another car. Why? Well, cars coming suddenly to a stop in front of you on the freeway going 70 mpg usually means you are going to slam into someone…and I did…after I spun out…and totaled my car. No other injuries for those of you still reading.
But it was time to get another car. This time, it was going to be paid for. Not yet by me as my father was kind enough to buy me car. Problem was I wanted a truck. He said “No, I’m not buying you a truck.” Well boo him, but what could I say?
I only had one other choice, and I was sticking firm to it. If no truck, then I wanted a 2001 White Volkswagen Jetta. Oh yeah it was happening. I searched local online classifieds and lo and behold I found the most perfect Jetta ever. And yes ladies and gentlemen it went home with me happily. We named her Pearl before I even looked inside.
I had her for a few years….until she was stolen. With the amazing insurance policy I had, I was given a huge amount of money to buy a new car. My dad was even nicer and didn’t take a penny from the insurance money from what he had paid for, and he let me have it all as I bought…..my 2006 Black Volkswagen Jetta.
Oh yeah, that’s right, her name was Onyx.
Now, over two years after I sold her to pay off debt, traveled across the U.S. with my cheap, clunker Milks, which is a White Oldsmobile 88, I am in search of a new car. Do I want another Volkswagen? Yes. Same 2001-2002 model? Yes. Can I have one? No.
Why do you ask? Because my boss has told me I am not allowed. Buying from a NY VW dealer is not an option for me. Apparently the brakes go bad and the world ends. That’s a problem. No world ending needed.
I guess I’ll find something else. But I tell you now Sir DP. Nothing is more kickass than a Jetta.