Archive for February, 2007
Growing up in a “Ford family” meant there were vehicle perks that I enjoyed and took totally for granted. We didn’t get to keep the company lease cars for more than a year, so rather than wishing for new cars, my mother wished for continuity, sometimes leasing the same make, model and color for several years so that in shopping mall parking lots, it became easier to remember which one was “hers.”
Putting that experience aside, I did not get to feel the pain of driving an old or unattractive vehicle until I was a young adult. When the dashing Porsche 914 that I bought, second hand, in the spring, had to be taken off the road in the fall, I also had to give up those parts of my image that went with it. I loved its speed, its “cuteness,” its sassy color and dashing styling. Its removable roof made it an occasional convertible, and best of all, it was so low that I could enter and exit parking lots by driving right under lowered wooden gates. Yes, a lot of my 21 year old identity was wrapped up in that car, so when its replacement turned out to be a Buick Skylark that was close to as old as I was, painted in a sun mottled shade of pea green, I felt the humilliation of being suddenly being old and ugly, very acutely. Which cars have you owned that you cringe to recall? I think of the butter yellow Oldsmobile station wagon, unfondly known as “the banana boat,” and it’s successor, the powder blue Ford LTD station wagon which was too hideous to ever be given a name. Hmm, I wonder if my boyfriend at the time was sending me some not so subtle subliminal messages by finding me all of those unlovely cars? What cars have you had that you identified with most strongly? What is your “dream car?” If you are having dificulty deciding between several that are highly appealing, this free quiz will tell you what three car brands are most aligned with your own self-image and values. Click here to take the quiz.I was very pleased and surprised by my score. Without a doubt it was a huge upgrade from the “banana boat” and “the green gob,” that proceeded it. It even eased my loss of my young, oat sowing alterego, that dashing little Porsche 914.
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