I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. She was slim, sleek, and tall, oh boy was she tall. She was probably 20 years older than me but that didn’t matter, it’s just a number anyway right? Her glossy candy apple red finish had faded over the years, and she was a tad to the heavy side but looks aren’t everything. No, she had personality, miles and miles of it. They showed through every scratch and ding along her hull. That’s right, my first love wasn’t a girl, or even a car, it was an Old Town Discovery 174 that showed up in our yard on my 13th birthday.