The first car I knew in my childhood was my parents' Chevy Bel-Air, similar to the one in the picture, here. Alas, this is not it. Ours was Hot pink and white, and I presume my dad got a break on the price, or otherwise he would have chosen another color. The turquoise model was more his style.
I do remember the day we traded it in for a spankin' brand new Delta 88, sort of an olive green, with a wonderful soft green ribbed interior. That new car smell is unforgettable,isn't it? The perfume of a successful life…
I lived in the South, where you learned to drive at twelve, and real men drove muscle cars. I had my fair share of boyfriends with Trans-Ams, Camaros, Firebirds, and ‘Cudas.
But a married a guy who didn't drive until he was halfway through college. His first car was a Volkswagen Beetle.
Now, that's a Manhattanite for you.
The New York Times is running a pictorial of readers' reminisces of their favorite GM cars. Click here to see it.
Here's my two cents for GM, and every other car company looking for a second lease on life: We love the lean, sleek designs; we just don't like the piddly gas milage that comes with it.
That said, do away with our dependence on gas completely. Make it electric, and keep it classic.