My first (and still only) car that I got brand new was my 1989 Dodge Shadow.

Me and My ShadowIn August 1992, Shannon and I got married and drove my most prized possession from Little Rock, Arkansas to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It carried us to Gatlinburg and many surrounding sites in Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Condoms, translucent latex flags on the antenna, flapped proudly far past Memphis, and the Kraft Singles never let go.

Shannon and My ShadowThe day we got rid of it in 1997, I admit I fit the stereotype of an American man lamenting the loss of an old friend. My Shadow and I had been through a lot together. Hours before trading it in on, of all things, a four-door seafoam green Mitsubishi Mirage, I pulled the stereo amplifier from underneath the passenger’s seat. I found bird seed from our wedding day. Yep, a lot of history inside that sunshine shell.

Since then every car we’ve had has been, well, just a car. I haven’t been sad to see any of them go.

I think it was something about the yellow.