An ode to a personal classic: The 1993 Chevy S10
My dad's old truck still brings good memories
A long time ago in 1996, my dad bought a 1993 Chevy S10 for his job overseas. Mainly because he couldn't find a Ford Ranger in his price range for his job in Bahrain. Later on in life he had to sell his 1960s Mustang and all we have from that era is his old S10. The car brings back childhood memories and is what I'm learning to drive a manual on. I'm American, and as a result we don't get many manuals in the States anymore.
Over the years my taste in cars have changed, but one thing has stayed constant for as long as I can remember. I always had a love of S10s, even before I had a deep interest in motoring. The S10 is a very easy handling car. The turning on it is good for a Detroit built car in the 90s, and you can feel the American pride coming out of the exhaust when you drive it. The truck sounds very good, and my friend who drives a 2013 Roush Mustang admits that it sounds better than his car.
My friend's 2013 Roush Mustang in the showroom before he bought it.
The S10 has a personality of its own. The exhaust sounds like America, if that makes any sense. And it empowers a time from before I was alive, when my dad was in Bahrain where he met my mom. And when American cars were majority made in Detroit by American workers. When you drive an old car like the S10, you have this feeling of pride in history, and understanding the appeal of an old car like this.
Like I said before, as far as I can remember I have loved old trucks. Particularly the 90s American pickups. I credit this love with the fact that my dream car at 5 years old was my dad's 93' S10. I still love driving the S10 along with my friend who drives the Mustang, as we are both still learning to drive a manual.
Even though I have my own car now, I still like to reminisce about the memories of the S10. And I love the feeling that it gives me, primarily because it makes me smile when me and my friend are driving it. Regardless of the car I end up when I'm older, I doubt I'll ever forget the S10 and the memories made with it. And the historic symbolism when you fire up the engine.