Remember your first car? Mine was a 1987 Saab 900 C. Well, technically it wasn’t my very first car: when I was sixteen one of my father's friends gave me his beat down Fiat 500, but when I finally got it to run again, I stepped through the floor board at first braking – that’s how beat down it was.
The Saab cost me 275 euros. After acquiring it (yes, I know, a bicycle would have cost more, but still, it was the first car I actually paid for) we baptised the car ‘the white tank’, a nickname it lived up some time later, when my girlfriend ever so gently ran into a Smart in the city centre of Amsterdam. It was never seen again.
My 1987 Saab 900C
Growing up with dreams of Bugatti, Ferrari and Jaguar, up until that moment I’d never been much of a Saab guy. The Saabs I knew belonged to my uncle (being of Swedish descent he really didn’t have much of a choice) and our general practitioner, which made total sense.
Much like the first girl you slept with
But your first car is not just any car, it’s something you will carry with you forever, much like the first girl you slept with: in hindsight she might not have been as beautiful as you made yourself believe at the time, and you’ve lost track of her years ago, but every once in a while you can’t help but think of her with a smile on your face.
So what was your first car? Tell me in the comments!
Artist impression of what my Fiat 500 looked like when I got it