When I was sixteen, I was beyond ecstatic to inherit my parents’ fairly uncool, many-miled, pea-green colored, ’71 Oldsmobile Cutlass. There was nothing “happening” about the mechanical beast, but it represented something far more than the sum of its well-worn parts.
It stood for LIFE “my own way.” I couldn’t wait to drive off in it, and take on my own road, at my own speed.
Millennials, do you ever feel like that?