As I turned the ignition I could hear the exhaust start to rattle. In the rear view mirror, the fumes began to cloud and rise until it disappeared. I took a deep breath and saw it rise and disappear like the exhaust.
It was especially cold because my window was broken and permanently open a few inches. The auto body ago wanted $400 to fix it and I don't have that kind of money.
The kind of car a person drives can tell a lot about them. I drive a 2001 chevy s10 with the logo of the misfits on the back. Not really sure what that says about me.
My brother drives a Nissan xterra. It's full of clothes and soccer balls. He's a soccer coach at the local community college. People who have clothes in their car lack organization in their life... Or just the opposite. They're careful and prepared, ready to change on a moment's notice. It all depends on how their clothes are folded I guess.
Cars have always been a status symbol. When the first car was made available to the public only the rich could afford them. Now, it's all about what kind of car you drive. The spectrum ranges from 'mommy and daddy bought me an Audi for my sweet sixteen' to 'I bought this car that barely runs for 500 bucks and now I can't afford to get it fixed.'
I've been blessed into a family that can afford to pay for my car insurance. So paying for my own car isn't so bad in the long run, just as long as I don't break it.
Buying my own car, especially my first car, was a proud moment for me until I totaled it 6 months later.
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