My first car was perfect. It was a Ford F150 that was handed down to me by my step dad. I loved everything about it. It was an older style which I loved. It was the perfect size and rode perfectly. I loved the history of my truck and that it wasn’t brand new. I got multiple scents for my truck so it had a bunch of different smells. A lot of trucks do not have a sun roof and mine did. I love having the windows down and cruising through backroads at home. It was perfect in every way.