You never forget your first love or your first car. Sometimes your first car is your first love. Whether it was a dream machine or a bucket of bolts, that introductory vehicle took you places. You were on the road to freedom with independence just around the corner. You didn’t have to borrow your parents’ station wagon. You didn’t have to beg your older sibling for a ride. You didn’t have to walk to school. If you wanted to go somewhere, you went. And if you wanted to roll down the… Source link
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