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My ’92 Tempo
Driving down the road of nostalgia
When I was a kid, I used to assume that my first car would be something really cool like a Ferrari, or a Lamborghini or, at the very least, a Mustang. No one but rich kids get first cars like that and I wasn’t a rich kid, and yet, I assumed that’s what I would be driving because kid logic. The first car I drove was a Bonneville. Sounds pretty classy next to a mustang, right?
My first car, all my own, was my little ’92 Tempo. Gifted to me from my Baba, it was clean, compact, a beautiful beige, and came complete with a Kenny Rogers tape and a box of Kleenex in the backseat. Best of all, it had under 25,000 kilometres on it. I was gifted this car somewhere around 2007/2008. And, it had less than 25,000 kilometres on it. A car that was over 15 years old. Small town living meant that long miles didn’t need to be put on a vehicle, and road trips were rarely taken with this car. I happily started driving that kilometre gauge up, driving absolutely everywhere because after over a year of just walking and buses, I was over that system.
I was embarrassingly excited about the fact that I could stock up on groceries and not worry about my bags, or myself, falling to the sideway too weak to make it back to the apartment. I could buy big items that I had to save for a time when I was shopping with my parents. I could meet my…
