Our First Brand New Car
It was May of 1997 and time for my parents to choose a newer, bigger car for the family. We went to look at all the import models and we went to look at all the domestic models. We thought we had learned all the facts, thought we had seen all the models, and that we had driven the competition. We decided on a new minivan from one of the import brands. After driving to the dealership, we found that they had sold the model and color that we wanted. When asked how soon they could have another car in, they replied "A few weeks." We couldn't wait that long. School would be out soon and that meant vacations and several big birthday parties. We went across the street to the local GM dealer to check one last time and see if they had anything newer, bigger, or better than the other car we had selected. We saw the salesmen huddling and heard them whispering around the sales desk. After several minutes, they said come back next Friday, you won't be disappointed.
It was a very long week, and we waited anxiously while wondering what could be so different from the models they already had on the showroom floor. At last, Friday came around. We piled into the old car after school and drove straight over to the GM dealer. Us kids ran out of the car and didn't look back or even bother to slam the clunkers’ doors shut. When we arrived at the door to the showroom, the same salesman who told us to come back the week before opened the door and directed us to the minivans. There in a bright, radiant red was the most picture perfect van we had ever seen. It was the new 1997 Pontiac Trans Sport Montana. This was the biggest (because we all rushed to the automatic sliding doors and sat down in the reclining seats) and most comfortable car we had ever seen. For our mom, it was love at first sight. Her mom, our grandma, had a 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am and it was at that time that my mom decided she would always pick a Pontiac. We bought that car no more than five minutes after setting eyes on it, and by the time we drove off the lot, we were already feeling that we should drive somewhere for a vacation (we even considered sleeping in the new car, however the parents decided against it).
We had that marvelous car for nearly five years. We did things we couldn't do in our old car, and went places we couldn't have ever gone before. That van didn't feel like a minivan because we weren't embarrassed to be seen in it and even our childhood friends thought it was just the coolest thing. Even my mom's dad and our dad's mom went and bought one. Finally, when it came time to trade her in, we all cried (despite our age) and my mom even locked herself in the bedroom without dad because he was the one who insisted it was time for another new car. We all loved that Pontiac, and we'll probably never find another quite like it.
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