When you are talking about cars and what makes one better than the other, there are many variables that come into play. What means something to one person may not be of any real value to another. Where leg room may matter to someone 6″2″ it would not carry a lot of value to a person much shorter. Gas mileage is often a deciding factor but if your commute was just a mile each way, even the cost of gas would not weigh too heavy on the voting scale.
The best car I ever owned is based on things that matter to me. That is why it is the best car that “I” ever owned. This memorable car was a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro. I was eighteen, single and this car was amazing. It was a car that would turn heads whenever I pulled up to a red light. Of course, if the car looks good then needless to say it made me look even better. It was medium metallic blue with a sunroof and black louvers on the rear window. It had a Pioneer stereo with 6×9 speakers in the back (this was back in the day when 6×9 speakers were the thing) with a graphic equalizer and it could crank out a Boston tune like no other.
The exterior of the car was laid out for the perfect sports car look with smooth flowing lines. It sat low to ground with the ability to hug the road. The interior of the car was thought out completely for the driver. The seat would wrap around you like a glove offering support and function. The dashboard looked like you were in a cockpit of some jet fighter filled with gauges and a speedometer that went to 130… of course it would not have been right not to exceed that at least once. I customized the interior light so that is was a red tint. With the blue interior it looked purple at night. The windows had the darkest tint you could find at the time and once inside the car it was like you escaped the world.
When I would climb behind the wheel and settle into the driver’s seat and turn the key — the car came to life. It was as though the car could read my mood and would respond with pure power at the slightest touch of the gas pedal. Once it was out on the open road it would own the highway. The car would glide from lane to lane and then hang tight around curves with the ease and grace of a figure skater during the gold medal round of the Olympics. It had the looks, it had the speed and most of all it had appeal. It was a car that every other teenage boy wished he had.
This was the car that I took my wife out in on our first date. This is the car I drove on my honeymoon after convincing her to say yes. And when we had our first little girl, it became our first family car. It took me from care free single days to being a loving father. Every step of the way the car was like a true and faithful friend — the best car I ever owned! I would love to hear about the best car in your life.