Your first experience, When did you catch the magic? Options

[ZacMan1987]

I was lurking over at supraforums.com and they had a thread going about the day you bought your ride, and it got me thinking back...

It was September, still hot as could be, Tennessee summers. I was just back from school on labor day weekend when I got the call. My celi had come in from Wisconsin. We went down to the dealership, and I drove her for the first time, and from that moment, I knew she was going to be mine. I fell in love with everything about that car from the very moment I slid into the driver's seat. She was so smooth. Everything about her just flowed. She was going to be mine.

I almost laughed in an old woman's face when she walked up and started inspecting "my" car. She was aparently shopping, and stopped to inspect "my" car!?? Right then and there, my bond officially formed. She had made some comment to her husband about not liking the door style (no frame around the top) and I calmly told her "You needant concern yourself. I just bought this car."

After the wrangling and paperwork, I walked outside and there she was, freshly washed, shiny as could be, and 100% mine. The first thing I did was to take her out to the lake and stare out over the water. Just stare. With my sunroof open, and the starlight beaming in.

Funny thing is, I still get that feeling every time I slip into her in the morning to drive to school. Every time I see her across the parking lot, every time I wash her. There is nothing like the celica.

They say that a man's first love is his car. While I don't believe that (forgive me celi!) She's still my favorite thing in all the world.

I LOVE MY CELICA!!!!

[ILuvMyCelica95]

Aww this thread makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

I was 17, I had no car because I was sharing my grandmothers 97 Toyota Camry and an old man hit me from the side speeding (60 in a 45) and bent the frame of the car. My Uncle worked for Toyota at the time (now for Lexus). I went on auto trader just browsing Toyotas to see what I liked, I came across the 6th gen. I loved it, I found a picture of one and sent it to my mom and said I want to wait until I find one of these this is the car I want. So on a Friday after school my mom was like Listen your Uncle found a nice corolla for you and we’re going to pick it up today. I was furious. I did not want a corolla. So we drive over to Toyota and my mom fills out the paperwork. My uncle was like come outside I’ll bring the corolla around and you can test drive it; they just washed it in the back. So I was grateful that I was actually getting a car, kinda pissed still that it was a rolla. I’m standing on the side walk and this red 95 Celi comes riding up my uncle walked out and I was like OMG! WHO’S CAR IS THAT?! He hands me a key and said My goddaughter’s. I cried. Seriously cried… jumped up and down and cried. Then of course I drove it around RT 9, and took her home.