My very first car, given to me by my parents when I turned 16, was green.
I refused to drive it.
It was big and old and an absolute affront to my teenage sensibilities. I rode in the vehicle exactly twice: once when my parents drove me around after giving it to me in an effort to convince me it was a great gift, and once with a girlfriend of mine who insisted that The Guacamole Machine was better than no vehicle at all.
I promptly went out and got my first bank loan and bought a white coupe with a sunroof.
The irony, of course, is that 24 years later, the Southern Chevy dealers gave me the Synergy Green limited edition Camaro to drive. And it’s not just green on the outside, but the interior is flanked with neon green panels that glow green in the dark. The stitching on the steering wheel, seats and interior things is also neon green.
Five bloggers, five cars, and I get the green one. The really green one.
Oh, what a difference two and a half decades can make. At 16 years old, I was mortified at the idea of standing out from the crowd. Blending in was more important to me than respecting or appreciating my parents’ hard work and generosity, and I was willing to go into debt with no more than an after-school waitressing job in order to conform.
Now, I find that the color of this car may just be my favorite thing about it. At the risk of playing up the stereotype of a female car buyer focused on appearances, it’s impossible to ignore the appearance of a Synergy Green Chevy Camaro. People turn to stare in parking lots, strangers stop to compliment the “hot car”, and the valet always remember me.
Fortunately, I’m old enough to realize that making a statement is much more fun than blending into the crowd.
This post is part of the Chevy “Girls on the Go” campaign. If you live in Florida, you can participate in this campaign by going to vote for your favorite girl on the go and entering to win 2 nights at the Gaylord Palms (OHMYGODLOVE). You can also walk into a Chevy dealer and get a certificate for a free massage from Massage Envy in exchange for test driving a Camaro.
UPDATED: Oh, um, so I’m 30. Not 40. So it was 14 years ago and a decade and a half ago and BARBIE WAS RIGHT!!