Monday July 6, 2009
My first car was a 1968 Ford Falcon, maroon with a black vinyl roof. The car had belonged to my grandfather and since he wasn't much of a driver it had very low mileage. He bought the car for two primary reasons: to take my grandmother to church and to make his regular beer runs to the local grocery store. Suffice it to say that the main wear and tear on the car didn't come from Sunday drives and I was grateful that he tended to buy in bulk.
I loved that car with all the fervor one would expect of a teenager with a freshly printed driver’s license, but truth be told,