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My grandfather's red corvette
My grandfather has always been big when it comes to cars. He loves new cars, old cars, small cars, big cars, sport cars, and even town cars. And I’ve never known why but he seems to have a somewhat weird fixation with the cars’ trunk size, that’s always the very first thing he asks when someone buys a new car: “How big is the trunk?” he says, in a very serious manner. Ironically, of the cars he has had the pleasure to own, his favorite one has always been the one with the smallest trunk. I remember the first day I saw it, 10 years ago, one ordinary Saturday going to my grandparents’ house as we always do, but this time it was a special day. My grandfather had been talking about the car for weeks, about its black leather seats, perfect wheels, its radiant red exterior, and its incredible sound system. It had finally arrived home, and there it was waiting patiently to be driven. As soon as we arrived, I could see my grandfather waiting for us excitedly at the garage, he couldn’t have looked happier. He showed us his car, explaining and trying out its every feature, describing his precious car until the last detail, until my grandmother interrupted us and urged us to go in and eat. Because I used to be the youngest of his grandchildren, my grandfather tended to favor me the most, and so, promised me I could have the first ride in his brand new car. I swear my grandfather’s excitement was contagious that day, so I ate as quickly as I could and asked to have the first ride right away. We walked up to the car again, sat where we had before eating, him on the driver’s seat, and I shotgun. The car roared as it was starting up, I was amazed by it, I almost didn’t notice the incredible new car smell. So it began, one of the most incredible rides of my life, just my grandpa, the road and I. It became our tradition, every Saturday afternoon, right after eating with the rest of the family, my grandpa and I would go out to the garage, get on his car and drive around the city. The car was great, but oh surprise, it had the smallest trunk ever, and there was a point when my grandfather needed more space, so he sold the car, but the memories we had, I will never forget.
