My first car was a 1960 Ford Falcon. I bought it for $50 bucks, it was literally held together with duct tape, and the fact that it still ran made it inherently cool.

My next vehicle was a 1950 Chevy pick up truck. Three-the-tree gear shift, with the 5 window wrap around. SWEET!

Digging the whole truck thing, I then purchased a 1967 Ford (yes, Ford again, so I'm fickle) Pick Up, F250, double gas tanks. The original engine turned 300,000 miles as I crossed the Texas state line. Now is that a country song or what?

Earl/Sleeping With the Enemy/Practice Husband got the 1989 Ford Bronco in the divorce, so I won't go there. But I still regret letting it go. And by "it" I mean the Bronco.

Still have my 1998 Chevy Silverado, which has at least another year to go, minimum, before it can be in the running for cool. But it is long since paid for, so it's getting there.

With Junior in the picture, I refused the typical mini-van (the equivilant to emasculation with a butter knife to all men) and St.Hubby and I jointly decided on a Jeep Liberty. I like it. The 5 CD disc changer is quite a step up from duct tape. However, I noticed...Gasp...the little crumbs...the plethora of toys...the back up diaper bag...the stroller...the roll of paper towels...the pop-up of Lysol disinfectant wipes...

It's official. Doesn't matter what I drive. I've got a Mom Car.