I worked at a restaurant, and the money I earned was pretty exposable. I think it was my senior year that I bought my first vehicle. Wasn't she a beaut?
I remember the day I took this picture. My brother was selling a car and taking a photo of it for the ad. My truck was sitting there in front of the house having a particularly good hair day as I had just washed it, so I took a few photos too.
Okay, I realize she really wasn't that "pretty", but I think it was the rough edges that gave her her personality.
The truck had its limitations, but it served my purposes well. It got me to and from the job that allowed me to purchase the truck in the first place. It was a hangout for my friends and me with whole bunches of us piled into the bed at the drive-in movies. It hauled inner tubes up to the mouth of the river that we would float down in the summer. It was with me for other activities that I won't expand upon.
She met her demise shortly after I traded her. I think she was depressed and decided to end it all.
Wolfgang has asked me if he could get a car. He made a lot of money at that EduKit job over the summer as it was a 40-hour-per-week job, but only for the summer months. Now he feels rich. True, he's got more money than what he's used to, but that's not saying much.
I'm glad he's got something to work towards - incentive to keep having paid employment. At the same time, I explained to him that a car requires a steady income. Gas, insurance, maintenance, registration...
"The short answer", I had to say, "is 'no'".
And he was fine with that, after learning that there's more to having a car than the sale price. He assured me that he's got other things
to waste his cash on that he wants to purchase.
But it reminded me of MY first. You never forget your first. What was yours?