When I was 10 years old we were stationed at
Yokota Air Force Base near Tokyo, Japan.
We had 2 family vehicles.
One was a 1968 sky blue VW Bug that would become my
first vehicle when I got my drivers license 6 years later.
The other was a nondescript black 4-door sedan.
My father had purchased it off some guy he knew.
It had no distinguishing features. It wasn’t cool or sexy.
It was simply…a car. I called it plain car.
Having served 4 years in Japan, it was time for us to return