My dad taught me to drive when I was twelve and had to sit on a pillow to see over the steering wheel. Austin, Texas was a small city then unlike its traffic-clogged streets of today. We lived on a quiet one-block street where almost no cars drove and there were zero pedestrians...except for the lady in the bathing suit, but that's another story. I got my driver's license at 14 and my first car for my 18th birthday. It was a blue Ford Victoria with a cream colored hard top and a spare tire holder on the back. I named it Victor Victoria, and it got me through college.
After that I had a white Chevy Impala. Alas, the Chevy and the cars that followed were nameless.
For six years I drove a silver Nissan Altima which served me well despite being partially flooded twice during Houston's soggy year of 2015.
Yesterday I got my new car, a Lexus ES 350 sedan. I've been coveting a Lexus for years and I finally broke down and bought it. It has a dashboard with a dazzling array of icons and a mouse to click on them, a driver's seat that adjusts to my own specifications when I turn on the motor...and I'll have to read the manual to find out what else. Since this will possibly be my last car, I think it, too should have a name: Maybe Alexis Lexus, Lexi for short. I'll think about it.
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