Back in love.
A friend of mine recently got his driver's license, and he couldn't be happier. He has every right to be, because it took him half a year and a bucketload of money. So, yesterday, he took us for a drive in his mother's Ford Fiesta.
I had a ball. He drove like my grandmother drives, and she's deaf, blind and senile. No, I'm kidding, it wasn't that bad, but I did notice that he drove very, very carefully. As he should, of course! Be a responsible driver, kids!
This caused me to think back to my first days as a legit driver; I was actually driving before I had my license. I bought myself a car a few months prior to getting my driver's license. My mother had seen a stunning, dark-red Mini (an original one, not one of those new-fangled thingies) for sale on a parking lot somewhere, so I grabbed my girlfriend (she had to like the car, too) and my brother (he knew his way around a car), and we raced down to that parking lot. Turned out that the car wasn't there anymore, so we called around a bit, and we eventually found it. My mother turned out to be absolutely right, the car was gorgeous!
Of course I bought it, for nigh on nothing - dilemma was, now I had a stunning car in my possession, but no license to drive the bloody thing! So, what else could I do than drive it anyway - which I did. It was brilliant! The car I took my lessons in was way more luxurious, much bigger and quite a bit faster, but it had nothing, nothing I tell 'ya, on this Mini - I was in love.
Two weeks after I got my license I took it (and my girlfriend; lets not forget her) to the South of France - all in all some 4000 kilometers (2500 miles) in 20 days, and it never gave up on me. I had it for two years, it took me to France two times, and I loved it to death. Then it died on me.
After that I bought the ugliest car known to man, a Vauxhall, which I, of course, crashed, and now I'm back with my first love - I now drive a ravishing, magnificent, resplendent, pepsi-blue Mini:
(Click to enlarge)
Back in love!
Cheers
I had a ball. He drove like my grandmother drives, and she's deaf, blind and senile. No, I'm kidding, it wasn't that bad, but I did notice that he drove very, very carefully. As he should, of course! Be a responsible driver, kids!
This caused me to think back to my first days as a legit driver; I was actually driving before I had my license. I bought myself a car a few months prior to getting my driver's license. My mother had seen a stunning, dark-red Mini (an original one, not one of those new-fangled thingies) for sale on a parking lot somewhere, so I grabbed my girlfriend (she had to like the car, too) and my brother (he knew his way around a car), and we raced down to that parking lot. Turned out that the car wasn't there anymore, so we called around a bit, and we eventually found it. My mother turned out to be absolutely right, the car was gorgeous!
Of course I bought it, for nigh on nothing - dilemma was, now I had a stunning car in my possession, but no license to drive the bloody thing! So, what else could I do than drive it anyway - which I did. It was brilliant! The car I took my lessons in was way more luxurious, much bigger and quite a bit faster, but it had nothing, nothing I tell 'ya, on this Mini - I was in love.
Two weeks after I got my license I took it (and my girlfriend; lets not forget her) to the South of France - all in all some 4000 kilometers (2500 miles) in 20 days, and it never gave up on me. I had it for two years, it took me to France two times, and I loved it to death. Then it died on me.
After that I bought the ugliest car known to man, a Vauxhall, which I, of course, crashed, and now I'm back with my first love - I now drive a ravishing, magnificent, resplendent, pepsi-blue Mini:
(Click to enlarge)
Back in love!
Cheers
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