Dad Cars | 06.17.12 | selenographie (pen & watercolor)
top left: Buick Skylark (~1978)
top right: Chevrolet Cavalier wagon (~1985)
bottom left: Chevrolet Astro van (~1993)
bottom right: Ford Windstar (~1997)
My parents always bought used (old but new to us!) cars and drove each one ‘til it completely died. (There was perpetually Something Wrong With The Car Again.) My favorite was the blue station wagon, because when there got to be too many kids (but not yet enough money to get a bigger car), one of us got to sit in the Way Back. Weirdly though, even nowadays when I see a similar gray Astro van, I get a little startled and think it’s my dad, even though that car is long gone (and I live a thousand miles away from my family).
Sometimes my mom had a car, too. She had a little gray Volvo during the late ’80s to maybe the early ’90s when it died. She always wanted a Mustang because of “Mustang Sally” and once she bought an old red Ford Escort from a coworker. (I think this was around the time she got her first and only tattoo.) This was always called The SPORTSCAR Vrrrrrrooomm! (by all of us, including Mom, and you had to pump your arm like a stick shift when you said it), and she was really proud of it even though it was kindof a POS and stalled out during trips to the grocery store. I still remember I had one shining moment of Popularity at gradeschool when I told the other girls that my Mom had gotten a sportscar and, with great enunciation, it was called The Ford. Escort. GT. and everyone went oooooohh.