|Elementary school: I wanted a purple Mustang with flames down the side. My sister's boyfriend had a 'stang and I loved it. Thank goodness I grew out of wanting flames on a car.|
|Middle school: I yearned for a royal blue Ford Taurus. No reason for this one other than the color is awesome and shined in sunlight!|
|Early high school: My friend's parents had an Escalade and it was the comfiest car I'd ever been in.|
|Late high school/College: When I got my license, I just knew my parents would buy me one of these. They didn't. Instead they bought Libby the GrandAm.|
|Grad school: There was a lady who shopped at the mall where I used to work who drove one of these and I always thought it was adorable. Whenever I see them around Greenville now, I just want to ask if they'll take me on a joy ride in this bad boy.|
|ALL THE TIME: This car would be the ultimate indie-mobile, don't you think? Sure it's a gas guzzler but it'd sure show up those girls who think vintage dresses make them hipsters.|
This is the evolution of cars I have wanted throughout my lifetime. I know nothing about their engines, their makes, models, etc but I do know that I'm glad my parents never bought me a car with flames down the side...even if it did cause quite a few arguments circa fifth grade.