I may have moved out of my parent’s home, but there’s still some things that stay with me that I never thought would.
If the 1971 movie “Vanishing Point” is on I have to watch. Not because I love it, but because of the memories it brings back. I can remember many times during my youth when my sister and I would roll our eyes, because my father insisted we watch the ‘70s flick instead of a new movie on pay per view.
Now the action-packed movie is a comfort to me. It helps me remember simpler times, dad talking about his teenage dream cars and my mom saying to us kids “this is your father’s favorite. Let him watch it” while reading the latest issue of Vogue.
This past weekend, there was another surprisingly pleasant, car-themed show that reminded me of times gone by, the Barrett-Jackson Car Show.
When I first found the live show on the Motor Trend Channel, I was only slightly intrigued. Within 15 minutes, though, I was obsessed with guessing how much each vintage or rare car would sell for.
On Friday evening, my partner and I decided to stay in and watch the car show. We saw an almost new Corvette sell for $120,000, screamed in outrage when a 1950s, newly-restored work truck sold for under $60,000 and rallied when a concept car raised over $2 million for charity.
Seeing all those vintage cars reminded me of my dad (who has a few of retro cars of his own) and of my first car.
The gently-used, dark green 1999 Saturn SL2 sported a tattered headliner and tape deck.
My dad purchased the small sedan for $3,400 when I first turned 15. It was a vehicle I could learn to drive in and one that was suitable for that first-time driver car accident that was inevitable in my parents’ minds.
Pretty soon I was in love with the nerdy-looking car that was made of dent-resistant plastic and far from sporty looking or fast.
In my teenage mind it was the best car in the world. Sure, it had few scratches here and there and I eventually had to put a fuel pump in it, but it was my key to open road freedom.
All those good memories mixed with the car auction on TV and a commercial about a used car website inspired me to start searching for a car similar to my first one.
Afterall, if I could find one for under $1,000, I might just buy one for nostalgia sake.
A few clicks later I was flabbergasted by what was in front of me.
“I think my dad may have been right when he said I should have kept my Saturn,” I said to my boyfriend while scrolling through a list of used Saturns in the area. “Here’s a car just like my old one, but with more mileage and it’s worth $8,000.”
Needless to say, I won’t be purchasing a Saturn anytime soon, but I can continue to fondly remember all those evenings cruising the five lane before going to McDowell Twin Cinema for a movie.
If you’re looking for something fun to watch with your significant other and you have just an inkling of interest in cars, I suggest you watch the Barrett-Jackson auction if it’s on.
Not only can you see cars you never knew existed (if you’re near a computer look up a 1955 La Femme. It’s pretty cool. Trust me.) and maybe be inspired to see how much your first car is now worth.