Hot Rod

I remember just waiting and counting down the days to get my license. then the day came. I finally got it. I had been waiting for this day since I was 6. So, it was a pretty big deal if you ask me. For the longest time, my parents have been using the same excuse. Usually along the lines of, "when you drive yourself around, you can do what your want." Or "You can't go out because you're not the one who has to go out and pick up people; I do." It was a valid point so I couldn't complain, but I was agitated. When I got my license, it was a ticket of freedom. Ugh! finally.

 But then I realized something. I don't have a car. So... I saved up since my 14th Birthday. every little cash I got, I would save up and just put towards the car. I knew I didn't want a typical "1st" car.You know the ones with 5 dents and runs on 3 wheels and breaks down every 12 miles. When I rolled up, I wanted people to know. To know "Oh Mariah's here" just by looking at the car or hearing the engine from a block away. This whole DMV thing was new to me.Registering the car was a pain. Oh my... Such a pain.I can't explain enough. I waited for about 2 hours only to be told, I needed to come back because the machines were down.That was a joy. But it was fun, just pretending I was older.Well not really pretending but finally dealing with adult things, in which I hate more. The DMV is such a place I never wish to be. People cough all over me and the workers have no interest in helping people. 

  So about the car, I was looking for some cars from trucks to small vans. But inside, I knew the car that was for me. Since I was a young kid, I have always loved the loud, American cars. the "muscle cars." I am a 16 year old girl who loves men cars. And I'm proud. So I bought a taupe 2010 Mustang with an 8 cylinder engine with a shelled roof and speakers in the back and front with extra bass. I love that car. When you turn on the radio the ground shakes and the mirrors move along to the beat. It was weird knowing just 10 years ago a big purchase was a small soda flavored lipgloss, now  I am buying cars. It was a proud moment. I named him ROD. I named him that because he is my Ride Or Die. The first night I took him out for a spin, his  taupe coat turned a nice dark metal grey with an engine that shook the floor when I revved it. I've never had so many compliments by so many older men and had conversations about their old cars. This was the best present I could ever get myself. And every time I look at ROD it reminds me of a new milestone I just reached for the first time.The gas is the worst part, but I can't ask for too much. To this day,the car still smells like new leather. If anyone tries to come in the car they must follow these directions. I tell them they need to put their shoes in the trunk, no food or beverages unless they have a towel on their lap. And definitely no touching the radio. It might be a little much, but it needs to be done. I guess the only downside is now that I have a car, and a nice one at that, anytime I go out with my friends, we ALWAYS take my car. Which means more gas. Well, we all know how everyone acts with gas.