In New Jersey you can legally get your license on your 17th birthday. You betcha I was at the DMV on March 10th! It was an exciting right of passage and my key to freedom – literally!
I have worked since I was 15 and tried my best to save my money. My parents made me aware that I would have to buy my own car just as my sister did. So I saved as much as I could and with a small loan from my parents, I bought a used 1998 Chevy Cavalier.
Yup, there she is. I named her Myrtle.
She treated me well. I drove her everywhere. Whenever someone needed a ride, I was there. Whenever I needed a ride, she was there. She was my escape. I took her to the beach, the city and through open fields. Essentially, Myrtle was a close friend.
So when I began having to repair her over and over again, I realized that it was time. I just kept putting so much money into Myrtle that it wasn’t worth it. It was a dead-end investment.
My parents helped me car shop and the decision came pretty quickly because I needed to get to my internship at DVF and the Olive Garden. Not to mention I was used to going wherever I wanted whenever I wanted since I was 17, so I wasn’t about to start depending on my parents for rides.
Giving up Myrtle was hard. It is so odd how you can get so attached to a car! But like I said, having that car was my way to get away and do what I wanted. It gave me the ability to be on my own.
In November of 2009 I bought my first real car.
A 2010 black Hyundai Elantra. Her name is Layla
Although I hate to compare the two, Layla is a lot better than Myrtle was. I never had air conditioning, power locks, power windows or a security system with Myrtle. Now Layla has all of that – plus nice comfy seats, a big back seat and dare I say – a huge badonkadonk.
The reason why I called Layla my first real car is because it was brand spankin new. And I bought her with my own money. And now I’m paying her off…eh that part I could do without. But it was a great investment and I am on the open road once again.