All of my friends at school always said that they wanted their first cars to be a BMW, an Audi, or a Porsche. Some even said they were looking forward to getting their mom's old M-Series, or dads Lexus. But I was different. I did not want an Audi, or a Mercedes or a BMW. I did not want my mom’s Hyundai either. I wanted a classic. I had always wanted something different, not the normal Mustang, Charger or Camaro that everyone wants, but something that isn't very common. If I wanted I could have bought a Pacer, Pinto or a Gremlin. They are cheap and not very common. But that also screams that I have no style, wear a big bulky Casio and that I may also own a Kia. I had spent long hours looking at EBay Motors and Hemming’s just trying to get an idea of what I would want. I kept thinking I should buy a 70s or 80s car, since I always loved them. I then decided to spend more long hours visiting the websites of the local classic car dealers in my area. I found several cars I liked, such as 1983 Cadillac Eldorado or a 1978 Lincoln Continental. I even saw a Continental Mark V in person at a dealer; I fell in love with it. I have also always loved watches and buying a Continental is probably the cheapest way to get your hands on a Cartier. But, I still kept searching.
About a year later, I heard from my uncle’s father, or my honorary grandpa, that the 1963 Chevrolet Corvair Monza he once owned was being offered for sale by a friend of his. I thought that was really interesting and was intrigued immediately. A couple weeks later he drove by my uncle’s house and I was able to look at the car for the first time. At first I did not like it very much. I had read what Ralph Nader said about it and not owning a very safe car as my first car did not sound like a good idea to me. But I looked at it anyways and a few weeks later I looked at it again at his house and after hearing it run again, ( and making sure the deadly Ohio winters have not rusted out the bodywork) I decided this was going to be my car. I had fallen in love with the styling and for some reason I thought the Corvair was an honest car. It was not trying to be something it wasn't. It was not trying to be fast, powerful or to have the best quarter mile time. A Poodle could probably out run it. It wasn't like a Cimarron, which tried so hard to be a luxury car (it really wasn't in my opinion) that it just became too tacky and ugly, and after all, it was just a Chevy Cavalier with some leather.
After I bought the Corvair I felt really happy, it was nice to have a first car. It always feels nice to have a first car.