I spent the day with the folks from Ford today. My friend Michelle and I were lucky enough to zoom around the Los Angeles in a bright green Fiesta. The car handled cheerfully, and our day was fun.
Another day I’ll write specifically about Ford, but I wanted to know what your car story is.
I grew up in a car family. Los Angeles is home to the car culture, and my family embraced it. I was driving by age eleven, and my brother and I only liked vacations where we were allowed to get behind the wheel. By the time I graduated college I’d owned a Ford, two Hondas and a Mercury. My family had everything from classics (a ’57 vette, a ’67 speedster a Chevy Bel Air from gawd knows when…) to Jeeps. I’ve never enjoyed keeping a car longer than about a year, and if I had my druthers I’d be switching cars every week.
I love new technology and American cars are an awful lot of fun that way. I enjoy driving fast, but as a passenger I appreciate a leisurely pace.
Here’s the thing, from family vacations to births and weddings, cars have been part of my story. I loved Idaho as a kid, because we were allowed to drive there (well, not legally, but it sure was fun), as a teen I had a Bronco, which was like a party on wheels, and later a sedan. My senior year of college I got myself a little red convertible, and I had the time of my life in that car. We posed all over it in our wedding album. When I became a mother, the convertible went away, and the SUV came back into play, this time with an Explorer, followed by a Tahoe.
As the kids grow older I got back into a sedan, but this time a hybrid, because my daughter would like us all to leave a lighter footprint, please. And as I spent the day giggling and enjoying a nicely tuned automobile I realized that these cars tell our stories. My daughter’s story will include Ford giving to her favorite artists, my son’s story will always be driving a Porsche at 100 MPH with his father, but still feeling safe. There are many cars in between, too many to name, and each of them marks a moment in time.
Some people mark their milestones with the music they listen to. I mark mine with the cars I drive.
My kid’s first cars may or may not even be in production right now, but they will tell a story.