My first car was a piece of junk. It was a red Ford minivan, and I hated it. When my brother turned sixteen, I was only too happy to learn my parents were giving him the van and I was to receive my grandmother’s car. Sounds kind of crazy right? You don’t know my grandmother.
Her car was a 1995 Cadillac SLS with the limited edition black roof. Oh baby! It was silver and grey and roomy as could be. The interior was black leather and on a hot day your body would stick to the seats like non other. But this didn’t bother me. To me, this car was a chariot of mythological proportions, click here for more info.
When I first showed up at school in my new ‘Pimp-Mobile’ as my friends soon began calling it, I was the envy of many of the students in my class. I went to a private school, so many students drove fancy, expensive cars. But here I come in this sleek grey Cadillac with enough room inside for a full party and man, you should have seen their faces! They couldn’t believe it!
While I was the first person in my group of friends to get my license, I was rarely the one picked to drive. What cool sixteen year old wants to be seen driving up in a Minivan? Not my friends! But when I got my Cadillac, all this changed. It got horrible millage, but my friends were more than happy to put a couple bucks in for the ride. It was smoother than silk, and when you pressed the peddle to the floor it shot forward like a cannon ball. Many a memorable night was spent cruising in Loretta, as I called my Cadillac. I even made a mix CD of songs about Cadillacs to play while we cruised.
Some of my best memories are of times spent in Loretta. Dates with my then girlfriends, as well as great times with my brothers are come back to me now, almost 6 years after I gave her up. By the end she was in pretty bad shape. Not on the outside as I kept her looking as good as the day she rolled off the belt, but the parts began to wear away. By the time I was 20 it was time to say goodbye. I miss that car, and I still would love to drive a Cadillac again.