Helen Elisa was born in 1918. She liked cars ever since she was 4 years old, and though I could skip the story and go to the cars, I find telling you everything more suiting.
Most girls in Helen’s school thought they had a new doll-loving friend when they saw her, but when she confided her likes to them, they instantly recoiled. As an unsurprising result, Helen usually was friendlier with boys, and though every girl in the school thought her a weirdo, Helen was happy.
During boring lessons, Helen would usually take out paper and pencil, and draw cars, or engines, her sketches becoming more advanced and intelligent over time.
As Helen easily dived into more complicated car technologies, her parents would put her into a better school, and it was to expect that they would run out of money someday. Effectively, one day in 1936, they just did not have enough money to pay for Helen’s school, and Helen was expulsed.
However, Helen wasn’t going to give up so easily. With the permission of her depressed parents, she went to the nearest car industry, Koleman, and sought to sell her newest designs and drawings.
The director of the company was amazed. The lines, how they merged with the body, how everything seemed to be good. He told himself, he would get these things whatever it took.
Later Helen went back to her home… and showed a cheque for 120000$ to her parents, who jumped with glee and ran to hug their daughter, who had saved them from doom, whom they loved with all their hearts, love that had nothing to do with money. As they broke apart, Helen’s mother suggested something. Something Helen had waited for them to suggest for years. Something that made her even happier than she was already, which most people would find impossible. But something was bound to come off badly.
They came back from Koleman with disappointment weighing on their stomachs. Clark Koleman, the director, had refused to accept Helen as a designer because he had already spent much more money than he should have when buying Helen’s blueprints. But this time, it was turn for Helen’s parents not to give up.
They sent a letter to every company they knew. Gasolet, Fard, Nolcswagen, Sonda.
It was what could have been a disaster. Every letter had words of denial. Except the last one.
A small industry called Jazz Motor Company had sent a letter back with everything Helen’s family could have hoped for. Its director, Armando Jazz, had said that he would happily accept Helen as Head Designer and Engineer, and this was an achievement far beyond Helen’s (current) dreams.
In 1938, Helen made the first car for the company. It was a small, affordable, charismatic little car which sold ridicoulously well, reaching numbers up to 3,000,000. Later, in 1939, Helen made another car; a “sports” car that was as charsimatic as the last one had been, and, as expected, it sold just as well. But despair had to come.
After only those happy two years, Jazz made a mistake. Armando was very excited with all this success, and ordered his company to make a luxury car for mass production. The car, however, was much too expensive, and sold horribly due to reliability issues; the car would break down after mere kilometres of travel, and Jazz Motors went bankrupt.
But Helen, who now had lots of money, only felt sorry for Armando’s sadness, but she was happier than ever before. She hadn’t resigned so as not to hurt Aramndo’s feelings, but now she had a perfectly right reason to leave, and start business elsewhere.
Helen and her family travelled from Germany to England. And thus Elisa was born.
Helen thought she’d better start with something similar to what she’d done while working at Jazz Motors. And so she did.
Sooooo this is the end of the story guys, Elisa’s first car will be published soon.
