It was the first car I go to choose for myself. It was blue, and had a stripe, a five speed, FRONT WHEEL DRIVE!! (radical concept back then), and was apparently possessed by gremlins. Sometimes it started, sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes the radio worked, and sometimes the headlights- never both. The driver side door only opened from the outside, and the passenger from the inside.
I LOVED that car. Broke my heart when I had to let it go.
It never failed to get me where I was going, and it carried everything my young gypsy soul needed.
I spent many years trying to recapture that car, and finally found one with a similar vibe a few years ago- A 2000 Suzuki Esteem Station Wagon, in a blue that my daughter insists upon calling cerulean. It is my daily driver now, and I’m pretty sure most people just think I’m cheap (& I am, tbh), but its more about the feel of it- the plastic, the truly unfortunate upholstered door panels, way too much glass for such a little car. It gets me where I need to go, and hauls all of the things my aging gypsy soul asks it to.
Now if I could just find those red Reebok’s....
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