Memories: The Skoda Felicia Fun

"So what do you drive?" "Yellow"

This is the first edition of "Memories", a series of posts that shall depict cars from my infancy (and from the infancy of others...) and strictly evaluate them, comparing my opinion towards them now to my ancient thoughts. And the first car in this first edition may be a little below your expectations.

It is a yellow, yellow car. In fact, it was so damn yellow that perhaps that's the only reason I loved it - I literally worshiped yellow as a kid. It was born in the same year I was (1995) and it was far from the stylish car everyone should adore: it was a Skoda pick-up, packing some garish features that would paralise whoever stared at it for too long - I wasn't exaggerating when I said it was yellow. Yellow paintjob, yellow rims, yellow steering wheel, yellow seat finish, yellow gearbox knob... and the list goes on. But the thing is I really liked the car, and nowadays I still find the superfluous use of yellow interesting. But it's really a blast from the past that belongs to my childhood... leaving a bright, yellow trail behind.