Nostalgia. You reach this point in life and it comes over you in unexpected waves. A week or so ago I was reminiscing with my husband about the first new car I remember my parents buying. Up until that point, they had a series of hand me downs.

But in 1984 I was so proud of myself that I called their attention to what was inexplicably Motortrend’s car of the year: the Renault Alliance.

It was affordable, rather exotic/chic/cute (for its moment), and my mother thought it looked like a MilkyWay candy bar. We had it in burgundy, and I can still remember the clean, warm, plastic-y smell it had inside.

It was the car on which I learned to drive, with which I got my driver’s license, and that I was very rarely occasionally allowed to drive around in high school when I wanted to seem … cool? Anyway, John and I found this model on eBay and of course I had to buy it.

What IS wrong with me? #genx