The other day a friend came to visit me in Brighton and as we were driving around, I got stuck behind a learner driver who seemed to have a mental block moment negotiating a completely empty mini roundabout. I waited patiently and explained to her that I’m usually pretty kind to learner drivers as I was an awful one. It took me 5 times to pass my test (I think, I may have lost count) so by the time I did pass, I was pretty sick of those driving lessons.
I started to reminisce about the excitement of passing my test and how it was a huge milestone for me. At the time I worked in Gerrard’s Cross and was commuting across London from Surrey ‐ such a pain to trek across London to head straight back out again, compared to the 35 minute drive. Passing my test was a big deal…it gave me a sense of independence, not to mention a few more all important minutes hitting the snooze button (those were the days!). It made me wonder why I had waited until I was in my early twenties to really knuckle down and finally get my licence.
As soon as I passed my test, I was ready to get in the car right away. Show me to the open road! Except I didn’t have a car ‐ not yet anyway. Thinking back, all my friends were in a similar position. We had all just graduated from university with nothing but a hefty, almost maxed overdraft to our name. Sure, we all had jobs thankfully, but didn’t quite have the money to our name just yet to afford even a second hand car. Thank goodness for companies like Moneybarn who are on hand to help with an instant quote and a payment plan, even if your credit rating isn’t great. It was a godsend for me and before I knew it, I was jumping in my trusty Peugeot 306.
I absolutely loved my little car and we travelled far together. We went to V Festival with my bestie Zoe, where we discovered that I am not a happy camper, all the way up to Newcastle and endless trips to and fro as I taxied my brothers around town. That’s the only big warning that comes with passing your test when you have brothers in the same house, be prepared for your new elevated role as chief chauffeur.
Nowadays, we have a functional family car. It’s has enough room to fit our large car seat and all the mess that comes with trying to entertain a 16 month old in the car…soft toys to musical toys to more odd socks than you’d ever think was possible. And of course let’s not forget the random footballs and golf clubs for the boys! Such a lot of memories for both cars, but particularly my first, for giving me that sense of freedom and adventure as a took to the road on my own for the first time. I’ll never forget it.
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