Bossy doesn’t just own cars. She marries them.
The first car Bossy ever owned was a car inherited from a neighbor. It was a Chevy Impala or something along those lines, where those lines equals lines drawn in the shape of a rectangle:
Bossy tried to love this car. She sat in its front seat once, trying to connect with the lingering smell of sitting water, crumbling foam, and tarnished metal. But she just couldn’t. Which is why it was so lucky the car wouldn’t start!
So when that car was mercifully towed away, Bossy entered the market for what would become her real first car, and she landed on this:
It was a Honda Civic wagon, and Bossy bought this adorable go cart from a drummer who purchased it while living in Los Angeles. The musician status elevated the car’s cool factor, even if it was the drummer’s white haired parents who sold the car to Bossy through their local suburban newspaper.
Bossy’s next car was this:
Bossy’s Peugeot 504 was brimming with the romance of the foreign car dealership where Bossy’s parents had the family Citroën serviced for 200,000 miles and all of eternity.
Next Bossy had this:
It was a Mazda 323 and she bought it because the Mazda dealer looked like a poor man’s David Bowie, even as poor David Bowie began to resemble a poor man’s David Bowie.
Bossy loved her Mazda salesman, even if he did roll his eyes at Bossy who was practicing her negotiation skills based on a book that proselytized lessons such as The next person who talks loses.
And this Mazda 323 may look to all the world like it was a boring design, but believe Bossy, it was! Except it did safely and soundly transport Bossy and her newborn son all over creation, and so when Bossy decided she needed a larger car, she sold the Mazda to a sweet French couple and perused the local papers for her next car.
And that next car was this:
It was a Volvo 240 wagon, and although the seller was just a stranger Bossy met through her city’s newspaper, it turns out he grew up in Bossy’s current small town, and so Bossy and the stranger compared notes regarding poop scoop laws and liquor license applications until the stranger was no longer one at all.
And Bossy drove her Volvo happily. Until she moved to a Virginia farm where she needed a hardier car. So she bought this:
It was a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and like the Volvo, Bossy came away from the purchase of her used Jeep with brand new friends Bossy met through the newspaper ad, who stacked the back of Bossy’s Jeep with freshly divided perennials for her farm garden.
But then Bossy moved back from the Virginia farm to her previous small town and she needed something less hardy.
So Bossy bought this:
Bossy didn’t so much fall in love with this car on the test drive as she felt obligated to buy it since Bossy’s daughter had already kicked off her shoes and thrown her dirty summer feet upon the dashboard, which is to say this Honda CR-V was an instant family member.
And now Bossy’s Honda CR-V — famous on the Internet — is up for sale.
Bossy can sum up her emotions about selling her old beloved friend in this way: Buy it so Bossy can stop crying looking at it.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about a love affair you had or have with a car?
And don’t forget to check back later today for the best car love on the web.
’80 AMC Spirit. The Green Hornet. Saved my life….twice.
Picked up “new” FIAT – but had to jump start it?
I have a couple of cars in mind for this.
’85 Mazda RX7 GSL-SE: Fantastically unreliable poor man’s Jag with lots of zip.
’99 Subaru Impreza 2.5RS Coupe: Obnoxious boy racer that handled like it was on rails.
loved both of’em. am horribly glad to be rid of’em.
Oh, the love of your life car? The Citroen, naturally.
2009 + 26 problems = solution = oh-so-better 2011. It is a Jeep thing.
Only I would buy a 2009 with more problems than the car I got rid of. I cried everyday looking at the beast that was destroying my love of the “new car” smell. Problem 29 drove me over the edge and into the models redesign. I have never been so happy. It was like a bad romance and I didn’t want to be friends.
My 1989 convertible Cabriolet, “Pi”. The ultimate Fisher Price car.
Present car Mitsubishi Montero SUV. Doubles as extra storage unit!
1985 Cutlass Supreme, rental fleet car, bells and whistles died at twelve.
Silver Misubishi Mirage – too small for three kids – miss you.
1965 Corvette……………Oh you mean cars I actually owned?
I’ll never give up my 2003 Avalon with heated seats.
I can tell you about an in car love affair.
The aforementioned Citroen,of course!–although it was not universally loved by other drivers on the road who couldn’t quite figure out what it was! the staring never ceased.
Elitist Liberal, Obama sticker, NPR on radio, love my Prius!
1976 black Chevy Monza:
Looked really sporty, but orange fender and boat on top.
AM radio only, boombox with 8 “D” batteries on floor.
Metal stickshift brother made in shop. Hand stuck in winter.
Aaahhhh memories!
’10 Forester. Keeping it even if I win the lottery.
$250 76′ Nova , no power steering, brakes, or fm radio.
I love Pearl–cried when she fender-bendered the Saturn.
…1946 Chevrolet Truck:
heavy metal love husband hated should of sold husband instead
…Love, love, LOVE your lil’ old Honda Civic Wagon Miss Bossy. Once had a gorgeous red Jeep Grand Cherokee Ltd. which was constantly back at the dealer for one thing or another. Would never have another but it looked pretty in our driveway tho’. Now I drive a 2000 Toyota 4Runner pushing 200K miles and like you with your Honda CR-V, I adore her. She’s totally reliable, gorgeous, black, built like a brick sh*thouse and loves snow. She’s my bff. Yeah. ;o)
…Good Luck with your sale! Enjoy your day! :o)
…Blessings
73 MGB. Blue. Had one at 16. Have one again.
BF’s Jaguar XK 150. Persnickety gas line a serious defect.
1981 Formula Firebird with T-tops. What were my parents thinking?
–>My first beloved car was a 1984 BMW 325e that was eight years old when I got it. It never had A/C, frequently overheated and it was the best car I ever had. **Sigh** I still miss it. It holds so many of my high school and college memories. Not bad for a 2-car vehicle either.
–>Oops! It’s been so long, I forgot to keep it to 10 words!
Cars, schmars. I wish I could walk everywhere!
White VW bug; AUTOMATIC stickshift; perfect for San Francisco hills.
A 1960 white Rambler. Nickname: The Kelvinator.
Owned Sentra since it’s birth. Cried as it drove away.
My black ’01 Pontiac Grand Prix Special Edition…bad ass!
I love my Jeep, but best transport was a motorcycle!
63 VW bus, coolest car ever, I still miss her.
1957 Pink/white Chevy BelAire. Parents replaced w/red Ford Falcon Wagon. SOB!
The eggplant-purple scooter I drove around Moscow during graduate school.
’71 VW Super Beetle – no heat, windshield froze over on rainy winter days.
Green Austin Marina was cool college commuter vehicle.
1970 Olds Cutlass.
455 Four barrel.
Dual Exhaust.
Loved Madly!
1976 Datsun Brown B210, prayed I could make payments ($99/month)
Volkswagen Bug. Same age as I was. We had times!
Today donated the car which carried my babies through childhood. Cried.
1961 Ford Econoline van, with “Keep on Truckin'” bumper sticker.
’69 Nova, Ahooga horn, three on the tree, Good Times!
BMW too small for three kids. Should’ve stopped at two?
72 Dodge Charger, 3 on the fly, no power anything! My first car, passed down from my brother. Robin egg blue.
Bought used truck, seller wants back, eighteen years, he’s persistent.
My hot rod red Kia Sportage. I love your A/C seat.
Red Ford Meteor Ghia, stolen, flogged on highway, totalled, cried.
A 1970 Dodge Dart, oops is my age showing orwhat?!
’87 red Celica convertible. Great memories in HS and college!
Dream car: Mustang convertible. Maybe after carseat years are over…
Loved my ’82 Honda wagon. Forgot to add oil. Oops.
1973 purple AMC Gremlin 3-speed. It died on Sis – HAHAHA!
Silver Kia Sportgage. Wanted one forever, will keep forever. Love!!!!
My white Cortina. The Opal Mantis. Boyfriend’s/husband’s Fiat Spider.
My old Schwinn bike. It’s been faster but less fun ever since.
But I would love to know more about the Virginia farm!
New 1984 300ZX. Outlasted several boyfriends and one wacko husband.
1972 VW bug hit by red-light-runner: memories totaled.
I’m a well-hung motorcycle guy myself, except for the time I banged out that chickee in the back of my camper van.
Wait a minute! There was a Saab! I know there was a Saab! Bossy has some ‘splain’ to do!
Timothy: 62 Plymouth Valiant, push button transmission, took me EVERYWHERE!
Hello. Are you still there ?
Bossy?? Hello…… Are you there?….. Yoo hoo……
Love the drawing.
That’s a Picasso car.
2003 Yukon covered in drool from an adored St. Bernard.
My daddy told me to NEVER fall in love with a hunk of metal! I listened.
2001 Boxster. Until I drove it into garage. Yes, literally.
Bossy i miss you!
By Bossy, it’s been nice reading you for several years but one post a month does not a blog make.
Good luck with your new life.
My first car, a white passenger Ford Van ! Can you say designated driver!
A white Ford passenger van, my first car! What were the parent’s thinking? Hop in, I’ll drive:)
Love this website about cars. Like my minister always said, you can’t spell FAMILY without MILF. I think it was my minister. Maybe it was someone else.
Bossy, I miss you. Where are you?
I’m beginning to think Bossy is “undivorcing” her blog. Seriously, I hope all is okay.
Miss you Bossy.
I think today is Bossy’s son’s graduation (are those apostrophes correct?) so I suspect she has been very busy getting ready for this exciting event. I’m looking forward to some great pics.
Mom Van to Mini Cooper Convertible – my life is changing!
Years of carpool with vans and 7 seater SUVs… this year, 2012 Volvo C30 2 door hatchback… easy to park and zip in and out of city traffic!
From your flickr, does this means bossy has a mini-coop?