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Memories of My First Car

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.


This is not my actual first car, but it looked just like this beauty

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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  1. September 6, 2016 / 8:40 am

    I took driving lessons at 17, but quit because I was simply too anxious. I don’t regret it, though. I don’t mind having someone drive me around! I always wanted a mini though!

  2. September 6, 2016 / 8:11 pm

    Haha – lovely trip down memory lane. My first car was a Ford Fiesta who I called Lizzie – I passed at 17 but Christ knows how as I’m a bloody bad driver! My husband sits gripping the seat the whole time. He didn’t pass his test until he was 25 (I think) and a definite prompt for him to learn was my horrendous driving ability, lol.

  3. September 8, 2016 / 3:11 pm

    I loved my first car, it was a bright lime green Polo. I bought it from auction at 18 and got so carried away with bidding (purely because it was bright green- priorities of a teen) I went over my budget massively. The electric windows used to wind themselves down while I was shopping amongst other quirks. It was a shed but I was very attached to ‘Kermit’ the car and like you I will never forget our adventures! Xx

  4. September 8, 2016 / 4:26 pm

    Oh Rach! That’s horrendous, I would’ve been so scared what with the exam nerves too. I know what you mean though, you can’t argue at all…thanks for commenting xx

  5. September 8, 2016 / 6:37 pm

    I waited until I was 21 and living with roommates before I got my first car. That’s a long story in itself so I won’t go into it but I had no problem with the driving part of the test. I passed that with flying colors but the written test was horrible. Probably because I don’t test well and unfortunately, at least over here in the States, you have to pass the written test before taking the driving portion. Once I finally did though and then quickly passed my the actually driving part I was ecstatic! I loved my first car. I had an ’88 Nissan Sentra and it was my baby! The memories I have with that car are still with me to this day:) #ablogginggoodtime

  6. September 8, 2016 / 8:04 pm

    Love being reminded of my first car! It was a clunker but stayed with me for about 3 years until something caught fire and it burned in a gym parking lot while I was inside working out! Funny story now, but not at the time and thankfully no one was hurt.

  7. September 8, 2016 / 9:21 pm

    Awww. I love this post. We had a FIAT between my sister and I in HS, and then she took it to college so I didn’t get my own car until well after I graduated. It was a honda accord with 130,000 miles on it. It cost $4000. It went to 250,000 miles, was still in awesome shape when I traded it in for a new car. I got $3000 for it! Those were the days!

  8. September 9, 2016 / 3:05 pm

    I didnt learn to drive until I was nearly 30 – where would I be without it now, such an important skill. my brother is nearly 40 and has never learned – I just dont get it, life is so much easier with a car! #stayclassymama

  9. September 10, 2016 / 11:16 pm

    This is a good one. I nicknamed my car Marco the Metro. I always heard how Peugeot 406s had a mean engine though!!! #KCACOLS

  10. September 11, 2016 / 8:48 am

    My first car was a VW Golf which used to routinely ‘give up’. I used to have to stop every 10 miles or so to give it time to ‘recover’, then start again! #KCACOLS

  11. September 11, 2016 / 9:34 am

    Fab trip down memory lane. It took me 4 times to pass, 4 TIMES! By then I was married and living with Mr C. The first time I was able to drive to work was amazing, although very scary 🙂 My first car was a renault clio #KCACOLS

  12. September 11, 2016 / 11:12 am

    Ah, yes. I still remember my first car. An early 90s Toyota Camry station wagon, that had belonged to my grandmother. It became my own space, and freedom to go where I pleased (I lived about 20 minutes from the nearest town), and the means to which I could get a job. I had it for years, eventually driving it until it seized and died on the side of a suburban street.
    Great post, thanks for sharing! #KCACOLS

  13. September 12, 2016 / 8:41 pm

    I’m about to have go number 5. I frickin hate learning in London. #KCACOLS

    • September 12, 2016 / 9:10 pm

      Hope it goes well lovely – I’ve not driven loads in London but it is a different kettle of fish altogether, so much harder xx

  14. September 12, 2016 / 9:01 pm

    I could not cope without my car! Not that I dislike public transport or anything but a car is just so much easier! My first car was a little blue Rover Mini Metro. I loved it! It stuck to the road like glue and even had the choke stick! Ahh happy days and miles away from my current car (Nissan Leaf) #KCACOLS

    • September 12, 2016 / 11:11 pm

      Oh I totally agree – the car is so much easier especially where I live! Ahh the mini metro…such a classic 🙂

    • October 13, 2016 / 3:33 pm

      Oh the memories! I don’t know how I ever passed my test. On the morning of the test I was literally crying with nerves and that was before I even got to the test centre! My first car was a Ford Ka and I loved that little thing even if it was so old it only had a tape deck and yes, although I probably shouldn’t admit it, the most important thing to me when I was buying my next car, after the colour of course, was that it had a CD player! Hands up I still don’t know anything about cars other than how to put in petrol, oil and water and how to drive it from A to B!

  15. September 13, 2016 / 8:17 pm

    There’s nothing quite like that feeling of independence, my first car was a Mini and I loved it. I’ve since sold it to my mum so I still get to see it yay! x #KCACOLS

  16. September 14, 2016 / 2:27 pm

    Aw this made me nostalgic for my first car! In America this is a huge milestone when you are 16 years old. I actually didn’t pass my first test and cried all the way to school because I knew I would have to tell all my friends that I didn’t pass, OH the embarrassment! Apparently you’re supposed to turn your head to “look” if there are bikers on the right hand side if there is a bike lane, I just checked my mirror. Luckily I passed the second time and I was free! I remember when I was 15 I used to sneak out with my friends in the middle of the night and take my moms car out, such bad asses lol. I chuckled when you wrote about driving your brothers around, I did the same! Damn kids. Thanks for sharing with #StayClassyMama!

  17. September 14, 2016 / 3:57 pm

    I think you always have a soft spot for your first car! Mine was my mums knackered old Ford Fiesta. Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime

  18. September 14, 2016 / 11:00 pm

    I can’t think what it was like not being able to drive! Such a long time ago! I’d be lost with out my car, especially with the kids and all their clubs, play dates and lessons #KCACOLS

  19. October 4, 2016 / 4:14 am

    This story brought back a lot of memories of my first car. Mine was a 1990 red Grand Am. I think my parents bought it for me for like $500. The shocks were a little wore out or should I say non existent:) I remember purposely flying over the bumps on certain roads to see how high we would fly off our seat. Good times in that car.

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