I am not really 'into' cars. I see them very much as a way of getting from A to B without having to use public transport. I hate using public transport. It's fine when it's working but when it isn't it's a nightmare. I passed my driving test at 17, but I was 23 before I bought my first car - a metallic gold Mini Metro that was instantly christened Mercutio as I had just seen Romeo and Juliet at the RSC in Stratford-upon-Avon and Michael Kitchen played an outstanding Mercutio. I waited that long as I had a very protective mother who was convinced I would have a car accident and end up with some life-changing injury or worse! My mother's ability to nag would wear down the hardest granite so to protect the relationship I gave in and went everywhere by bus. This inevitably ended up with more nagging when I was home late because of the unreliability of the bus service.
I ended up buying the car at the age of 23 after a particularly long day at work, leaving the office to catch the bus in the freezing cold, I waited over an hour for a bus to come out of the garage. To this day I have no idea what caused the delay, communication not being a top priority with the bus service. I finally made it home to an ear-bashing from mum about being late, her being worried sick and dinner being ruined. I should point out here that I was unable to inform my mum about the problem because my parents refused to get a telephone! So I walked through the front door, cold and tired, into a barrage of recriminations before I had even got my coat off! I think it's fair to say that I let rip and a very chastened parent finally agreed it was time I bought a car. Yeehar! The Ps also later came round to a telephone but that's a whole different story, lol. I bought the Mini Metro on the advice of a friend and loved driving it. I had a few of them and then moved on to a Renault Clio - Papa! Nicole! A short stint with a Rover 620i as a company car was particularly memorable and then I moved on to a VW Polo. So generally I have had very sensible run-around-in cars.
When my dad died a few years ago, I held on to his car for a while because I couldn't bear to sell it. It was his pride and joy and even though he had reached a stage in life when he could not drive the car he refused to sell because he saw it as the last vestiges of his independence disappearing. After a year or two I thought it was finally time to sell and I decided to buy a highly, unsuitable and inappropriate car before it was too late. I rather thought my dad would approve. I did not think too much how mum would feel, lol.
Two months into lockdown and I have barely used my car. I filled it up with petrol at the end of March and it is still practically full. It was a lovely day on Thursday and I had spent the morning playing cards online so was in need of fresh air. I took the lid off and took it for a spin up the nearest A road and back again. Not exactly wide open roads, but I enjoyed it. It's the little things.
I ended up buying the car at the age of 23 after a particularly long day at work, leaving the office to catch the bus in the freezing cold, I waited over an hour for a bus to come out of the garage. To this day I have no idea what caused the delay, communication not being a top priority with the bus service. I finally made it home to an ear-bashing from mum about being late, her being worried sick and dinner being ruined. I should point out here that I was unable to inform my mum about the problem because my parents refused to get a telephone! So I walked through the front door, cold and tired, into a barrage of recriminations before I had even got my coat off! I think it's fair to say that I let rip and a very chastened parent finally agreed it was time I bought a car. Yeehar! The Ps also later came round to a telephone but that's a whole different story, lol. I bought the Mini Metro on the advice of a friend and loved driving it. I had a few of them and then moved on to a Renault Clio - Papa! Nicole! A short stint with a Rover 620i as a company car was particularly memorable and then I moved on to a VW Polo. So generally I have had very sensible run-around-in cars.
When my dad died a few years ago, I held on to his car for a while because I couldn't bear to sell it. It was his pride and joy and even though he had reached a stage in life when he could not drive the car he refused to sell because he saw it as the last vestiges of his independence disappearing. After a year or two I thought it was finally time to sell and I decided to buy a highly, unsuitable and inappropriate car before it was too late. I rather thought my dad would approve. I did not think too much how mum would feel, lol.
Two months into lockdown and I have barely used my car. I filled it up with petrol at the end of March and it is still practically full. It was a lovely day on Thursday and I had spent the morning playing cards online so was in need of fresh air. I took the lid off and took it for a spin up the nearest A road and back again. Not exactly wide open roads, but I enjoyed it. It's the little things.
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