My husband does not get it, but I had a first love before him - it was a car. It was a 1965 teal Ford Galaxie. How could someone love a car? It was not the car itself, it was the attention my Grandfather gave me while we worked on his car back in the 1970's in New Orleans. He loved this car and it was how he communicated with his first grandchild. I learned at a young age how to speak car. I learned about chrome, mag wheels, engine sounds, spark plugs and making this car purr. You take care of your car and it will take you anywhere. I understood how to maintain a machine and how it can serve me. It was my first love that car and I miss my Grandfather. Yes, my first love had mag wheels.
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