When I moved to St. Paul, Alberta I was 22 and I drove my mother’s Hyundai across the country. It was the only Japanese car in the town, and just about the only sedan. Trucks were everywhere. I would have loved to own something as fancy as this 2014 GMC Sierra.
I’d still sometimes like to drive a truck – especially in winters with this much snow.
When I moved to Fort Frances a little over a year later it wasn’t much different. I had two dealerships to shop from and when I bought my first car.
In 2004 I ended up with a 1995 Pontiac Firefly, bright and horrid green, with only 65,000 km on it. My first car was legitimately owned by a little old lady who only drove it to church. Seriously.
It had no power steering, no power windows, no air conditioning. But it was mine.
In Fort Frances owning a car meant everything to me because I was the sports reporter and I covered hockey games at the arena on one side of town and high school sports at the other end of town. My car also meant that on that day that I desperately needed to escape the small town life I could visit Winnipeg and get back in time for that night’s hockey game.
When the time came that little Pontiac also got me out of Fort Frances, back across Ontario to Ottawa, where I started university and carried on with my life.
I sold my horrendous Green Goblin not long after I arrived back in town, but it will always have been the first car I bought and paid for.
Disclosure: I was compensated for this post by GM, so go take a look at that 2014 Sierra. Look at those colours, not an ugly metallic green in sight. Opinions are my own.