When I think of “Neon”, it reminds me of my first car. A 1995 Dodge Neon in ‘Electric Metallic Blue”. I loved that car! I admit I drove way too fast back then, but it felt like such a shame to drive conservatively in a superhero colored baby like this.
Every day I drove an hour to work and an hour back
home, singing along with the radio at the top of my lungs. Oh yes, I’m a great
“car singer” – similar to a “shower singer” but with less water. The year I
bought the car, I was a twenty-something girl with a little money in my pocket,
good friends and (much underappreciated) free time. I collected a lot of
memories and a few speeding tickets during the Electric Metallic Blue reign.
I put over 100,000 miles on my little Neon before it was time to trade her in
for a more “grown up” Honda Civic. By then, I had the same job and same great
friends, but I also had a child seat in the back and I obeyed the speed