I remember the day I bought my first car like it was yesterday. A wiry teen growing up in San Antonio, TX, I was always the youngest member of my then circle of friends. Counting down the days to my sixteenth birthday seemed like an eternity. Waiting to earn enough money to buy my first car took even longer. But those days eventually came and I had my first set of wheels: A gleaming 1985 Taurus. All I needed now was my official san antonio vehicle inspection and I would be on the road. It sure felt great to experience that first glimpse of individual freedom.