Life as a Car Girl
I’d like to think my love for cars started from birth, but that’s not entirely true. I grew up in a family who already had a love affair with cars. They loved the American classics, hot rods, and muscle cars. My family inherited a 1920s Pontiac from my late great-grandfather. To me, it was the “Bonnie and Clyde car” that sat in the garage collecting dust. We also had my grandmother’s first car, a 1957 Chevy Fleetmaster. I loved these cars because they simply don’t make cars like they used to. The huge couch seats, rounded body lines, and Art Deco accents really romanticized cars for me.