There's a certain charm about buying and owning your first car. Not the one your parents bought for you, or the one you won through some fluke or contest, but the car that you bought with your own hard-earned cash.
No matter how old it is, it could be brand new, or second-hand, third-hand or fourth-hand, it will always be a beauty to behold. No matter how many bumps and bruises it sports, no matter what brand it sports, no matter how much you paid for it - you feel pride that its yours, you feel good that it belongs to you. Almost like a first love, you never forget your first car.
My first car: Proton Wira 1.5
My first car was a venerable second-hand Proton Wira 1.5 (auto). When i got it, it was sparkling white and the interior smelled of freshly blasted anti-rust. It was intoxicating to get behind the wheel, to put the pedal to the metal that first day as i drove it out the dealership in Jalan Kelang Lama. I didn't care that the power windows were buggy, or that the rear view heat screen wouldn't go up. It just felt so good to be behind the driving wheel, finally, a master of my own domain and responsible for my own on-the-road fate.
Had some good times in that jolly machine. Made out a few times in the back and front seat. Remember playing music so loud, the dashboard would vibrate. Sped up and down the North-South highway at speeds that Proton probably didn't design the Wira to achieve - 2.5 hours to Penang from KL. Never got a ticket in that car, for all my recklessnesses and illegal parkings. Scratched it against a parking lot wall, against a tree and against a speeding motorcyle.
What a joy it was. A car with personality it was - lovely, temperate and driven to please.
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