Thanks for this great piece on first-car love (and 1992). My first car was a neon green Opal with a tan hardtop and a choke. I drove it only once by myself, and not legally, but I still consider it my favorite car because it was my first AND because it was indestructible. (I was trying to figure out the choke in a tunnel with my sister as my teacher/passenger, and when it finally caught, I just went forward - and slammed into the side of a new BMW trying to pass. That guy's door had a huge dent, but my baby wasn't scratched. Sorry!)

Tape deck, road, wind, freedom, and no social media. There's a place for all kinds of nostalgia.