I was born in a car-centric society.
That’s because my mother, a single mother, and her husband, an auto mechanic, had two cars.
And they were both on a tight budget.
My mom bought me a 1962 Pontiac Grand Am when I was just eight years old.
It was a car I loved.
My dad had a 1966 Chevy, a great sports car that I would drive everywhere with my dad.
We were both in love with the cars and we both enjoyed driving.
When I was 10 years old, my parents gave us two cars — a 1959 Cadillac and a 1963 Chevrolet.
It wasn’t until I was 19, when I moved from Houston to Dallas, that I really started to appreciate how much we had in common.
We both grew up with parents who owned cars and worked for auto companies.
And we both grew older in different ways, with both being in their mid-20s.
But in a lot of ways, I grew up surrounded by car culture.
My parents were the only people who knew how to drive a car.
So when I got older, I found myself in the dealership, buying a car and seeing the salesperson smile at me.
It really showed me how much my parents appreciated my interest in cars.
My dad loved cars, and he’d have a conversation with me about how much he loved driving.
And he’d tell me stories about how he had done a lot more in the past, when he was younger.
I started to realize that I liked driving cars and wanted to keep doing it.
But at the same time, my father had always been a single man.
I think that made me even more of a target for people who wanted to drive the same car as him.
It just seemed like a no-brainer that I should pursue that dream of owning a car as a single woman.
But when I did get the chance to purchase my first car, it was a 1968 Cadillac.
I was 21 years old and my mom had just finished her second year at an auto shop.
The salesperson said, “Your car looks really good, but you’re only 20.”
So I took her word for it and told her I was interested in buying a 1968 Corvette.
The next thing I knew, I was buying the car and the saleswoman told me I had to go through the carfax and have it done.
So I went in there, got my carfax done and it said, “”Your car doesn’t look like your father’s car.
Your car has a big, red ’68 Corvette logo on the hood, a black stripe on the sides, and a large yellow stripe running down the center of the bumper.
That Corvette is your father.
“I was devastated.
I had a friend who had the same issue and I felt like I was making this huge mistake.
So my mom called me and said, “‘Why are you looking at my car like that?
Is it really your dad’s car?’
“So I told her that I wasn’t buying a Corvette.
I wasn’ doing it for money.
I just wanted to see how the seller would feel about my father.
So they asked if I would be willing to give them my phone number and let them call me if they wanted to get in touch with me.
So, that was the first time I talked to anyone about buying a vehicle.
I was going to have to wait until I graduated high school.
I didn’t know what to expect.
I would go into the dealership and be told that I had the wrong car, that my father was selling it to someone else.
I thought it was all a joke.
I remember looking at the salespeople in the car shop and thinking, “Why do they need to be selling my car?
It’s not a problem.
I can drive it and it’s fine.
“But I knew that when I graduated, I’d have to make a decision about whether to continue in the sales profession.
My friend and I decided that we’d wait until after I graduated and then decide if we wanted to continue working with car companies or sell cars.
I wanted to be an auto engineer and help build cars, so my dream was to go to a car company and work on a project that I could then sell.
The idea was that I’d then earn a good salary and be able to support my family.
So that was one of the reasons I bought a 1968 Chevy.
But that was a dream that never came true.
I’m sure I would have been very happy if I had just done my business and made a good living.
And if I did, then maybe I could afford to buy a second car, something like a 1965 Corvette.
But I also wanted to give back to the community and help the poor, so I bought my first Cadillac and then another 1967 Corvette.
Then I did something that I don’t think any woman ever did.
I bought the old Cadillac and put it on display