TEXAS HEAT + UGLY COLOR = UNPLEASANT ASSOCIATION

I realized today that I legitimately hate maroon cars and have since I was a child. Somehow riding around in the stifling heat with people I didn't know very well, surrounded by the ever-popular maroon car interior, must have done something to me. It must have been a friend's parent who had one. Or maybe my grandparents did? I know my grandpa had a butterscotch two-door Buick for a long time. The smooth velour interior is still something I can remember distinctly (along with the seatbelt buckles), even though he sold that when I was about 11 years old. I'll have to ask my parents who it was that owned the dreaded maroon auto that destroyed my ability to admire that color.