Contributed by Boo Roberts
Picture it: the year is 1993 and I have not yet heard of a GMAC auto loan. I am fresh out of college, bright eyed and bushy-tailed, not yet tarnished by the reality of the world around me. I am champing at the bit to get a brand new car. When all is said and done, my parents and I end up at a Chevrolet dealership. We circle around the gleaming cars, which shine with an eloquence that says freedom and grown-up to my young self.
I can practically feel the wind in my face as I glide down the highway towards my life. At last, I have found my destiny: a brilliant blue, brand-new 1993 Chevy Cavalier. I am in love. Or, perhaps it is lust, and the love is for the adorably cute salesman who has marked us as easy prey, informing my parents glibly of the myriad safety features on the Cavalier. Who can say? As we move our relationship inside to discuss my future with my beloved car (and maybe the salesman? ),
I first hear the words GMAC auto loan.
After witnessing the mesmerizing scene of my parents talking the aforementioned salesman down to a reasonable price on my Cavalier (which almost resembles a choreographed ballet, they do it so well), he is off to his manager to discuss specifics. My parents nod in satisfaction at each other; obviously this was a job well done. I stare off into space, seeing myself driving everywhere in my almost-mine Cavalier.