There are few things that bring a man more joy than his first car. A guy may not be able to remember wife’s birthday, but he can definitely remember every minute detail of his first car.
My first car was actually a 1991 Pontiac Grand Am, but I don’t count that one because it was a hand-me-down from my parents and I never really bonded with it. The car that will always hold a special place in my heart is my 1996 Jeep Cherokee Sport because it was the first car that I bought and paid off with my own money.
In 1995, my job transferred me from Houston to Georgia and I knew that I’d need to buy a reliable automobile to make the journey across the country. I already knew that I wanted a Jeep because I admired the ruggedness of the vehicle. Since I had never purchased a new car, my mother recommended that I take my stepfather with me. I refused because I wanted to do it all by myself.
I visited every Jeep dealership in the metro area before I found the vehicle of my dreams. It was black with a red stripe down the side. The interior was fully loaded with power windows and doors, cruise control, compass, stereo system, tinted windows, and several other features. It also had premium wheels and fog lights. I was in love the moment I saw it. When I took it for a test drive I knew I would buy this vehicle.
Before visiting any showroom, I did my homework to determine a fair price to pay. Therefore I was adequately prepared to sit at the negotiating table. I made my offer. The salesman countered. This went on for about 30 minutes until we finally agreed on a price. I even got an additional discount off our agreed upon price for being a recent college graduate. After everything was settled and I finally took my baby home, a feeling of joy overwhelmed me.
Ten years and 120,000 miles later, Loki (my name for my Jeep) and I finally departed ways. We had many good times and memories of that vehicle will remain etched in my mind.