Tracking My Dreams
Or Why I Should Be Able to Afford a Tesla
The first car I remember wanting as a kid was a 1992 Geo Tracker with a removable soft-top, preferably in the loudest color available. Yellow! Or neon green! I did not know anything about cars but something about its squat, square frame just looked fun; I imagined myself driving with the top off, sunglasses on and the wind rippling through my still-pres…