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Cars, Too

There was a time in my life when I could identify any car being produced.  Granted, it was probably during my time spent in purgatory (also known as Junior High) when I had nothing better to do with my time than peruse the stack of auto literature my brother and I had.  We amassed these annals from various car shows and dealer showrooms visited on family excursions throughout the years.  Our shared bedroom was akin to a small, stuffy library of all things automobile and tractor.  (Although the familiar scent of library mildew was missing, it was more than made up for by the fragrant bouquet of dirty clothes strewn about on my half of the floor.)  Since, in our household, the television was seen as a treat on par with a day at the zoo or eating sugared cereal, we would spend rainy days perusing the various brochures, learning as much as we could about each model.  We studied horsepower and torque curves, engine displacements, transmission options, and cylinder configurations.  I could spit them out ad nauseam, and it often resulted in just that.

Perhaps even more importantly, we studied the body lines and trim details of each manufacturer.  Designs seemed to actually carry a purpose at that time.  There was a family resemblance within a brand, and each car had its own distinct design within the clan.  A Ford looked like a Ford.  A Mercedes was, unmistakably, a Mercedes.  A Citroen, sadly, looked only like a Citroen could.  Surprisingly, my hometown had a grey-market Citroen dealership that seemed to come and go with the seasons.  Upon sighting a Citroen BX Break* kneeling curbside, passers-by would often change facial expressions from curiosity, then shock, and eventually ending in a lasting grimace of disgust.  This fascinated my young, impressionable mind.  I knew there had to be something intrinsically wrong with a company that could produce a car so vile on the outside, yet also had the audacity to sport a one-spoked steering wheel in the interior.  There was no escaping itself.

*aka “wagon” or “estate,” but if owners of early-models are ever asked,  the original name seemed aptly chosen by the factory
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