My car (Rosie) is red. My dad had it picked out for all the important things, like mpg, engine, safety, blah blah blah. But it was RED. Its a Ford, so its called Race Red. I think of it as HOLY SH!T! Red.
I didn't like it at first. My previous car was white, and I like blending in.
I then had a dream it was painted purple (my favorite color) and I about had a heart attack, so I guess I do like it afterall!
After my grandpa died a few years ago, my grandma went to buy a new car. He had always told her the widows buy red cars, so she wasn't going to, dangit! Well.... She did. She got herself a red car.
Guess it runs in the family?