A vehicle was such a privilege for him. It represented a new era of being as an individual. All of the lead up, all of the promise, all of the brou ha ha associated with one's "first car" was completely and utterly worth it for him.
It wasn't just the car itself, no indeed. The specific vehicle make and model, style, number of doors, color ... none of that really mattered. What MATTERED was that it was HIS. It was the first thing of his own that had real substance. It offered a promise.
But, because it actually kind of did matter a little bit, the first one was a 1998 Honda Civic. It was a stick shifting, white (but more off-white than anything ... kind of that "they are not brand new socks anymore white"), coupe version of the Civic. It had a bit over one hundred thousand miles when purchased. The only options selected by the original owner were "spoiler" and "air-conditioning." It was a simple, no frills car that could - in theory - last for a couple hundred more thousands of miles.
It was perfect.
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