I remember sitting in my University cafeteria day dreaming about the money filled future ahead of me. My friend Sam and I would talk about what we’d be, where we’d live and most importantly what car we’d drive when we graduated.
As everyone knows a degree in Sociology is pretty much a license to print money so there was no reason to limit our dreams. We described lakefront condos, foreign cars and sort of a hazy vision of an actual job, but mainly just fantasies about walking through downtown streets with a hot coffee and shopping bags. The nice kind. With silk rope handles.
It was quite a kick in the ass to find myself 4 years after graduating from University driving a beaten up Chevy Citation ( a WORSE car than I drove in University ) and a handful of rejection letters as opposed to shopping bags. Back then I thought money was what makes people happy. Being happy is what makes people happy.
Back then I was fairly convinced after graduating I’d be living in a house with gates, possibly a moat and driving a Jaguar. I was still living at home. My parent’s home.
Yes indeed, with a little luck, almost no hard work and definitely no experience I’d be driving this in no time.
It takes decades after becoming an adult to find your feet but most of us usually do. Our expectations change and so do our tastes. Our wants.
I used to want a sports car. Now? I want some sort of a Smart car and a vintage truck.
I wouldn’t say no to a Jaguar and trust me, would still feel quite comfortable in one. It just doesn’t fit who I’ve become as much as I thought it would.
As much as this would.
O.K. if you want the truth I’d take a 1972 Suffix-A Range Rover too. That would do too.
So now I ask you on this last weekend of July … what was your dream car? And what IS your dream car.
Or maybe, they’re one in the same.
Have a good weekend!