I Remember My First Car...Do You?

It was a magnificent machine, tan with a black cloth roof; a 1993 Lincoln Town Car purchased for a dollar off a Greek businessman. For a businessman that kind of deal seems like poor business sense but you could imagine he was either a friend of the family or suffering from crack-cocaine addiction; he was the former. And like all first cars-especially those purchased for abnormally cheap prices-I drove the hell out of that glorious steel boat. The saying, "you don't know what you've got until it's gone," comes to mind whenever I find myself reminiscing about that old Lincoln. I should've known I would come to miss the bastard; for fuck's sake the day that I went to pick it up I was in the midst of a mild psychedelic trip, and any introduction of that nature can only foreshadow an interesting relationship to come.