My eldest son Fin is a little bit car mad at the moment, and has decided that his first car will be a Lamborghini. I have broken it to him gently that he won’t be likely to be able to afford a car that costs more than our house did at the age of 17, if ever.
Can you actually imagine the cost of the car insurance as well?! It’s a nice dream though.
My first car very much wasn’t a Lamborghini, but I still loved it. I passed my test when I was 19, I passed it first time, but I struggled to afford driving lessons so there was a big gap between my lessons. I persevered and worked a lot of hours around my college and university courses to get enough money to pass my test, and then I bought a car exactly like the one below.
My 1993 little red Ford Fiesta, which now looking at this photo makes me feel old as modern cars look a lot different to the older style ones! She was my baby though, and although when I first started driving on my own in her I was petrified, I soon got used to it and started to love my new-found freedom and not having to go on stuffed smelly buses any more.
I grew up in St Columb Major and I used to love just driving to Mawgan Porth along the coast there, it’s a stunning drive to go on. You can tell this was back when petrol was a lot cheaper, as these days I wouldn’t drive around for an hour just for fun…mind you I also don’t have the time to.
As much as I loved my little car though, I was rubbish at looking after it, I rarely checked the tyres to make sure they weren’t worn, and I didn’t know how to check my own oil for over a year as my Dad did it for me! These days I’m much more careful, especially as my car now usually has my children in it. We have a local Point S tyre centre less than a mile from us, which is handy!
I even know how to check the water and oil in it. My poor little Fiesta was tough though, and coped with everything I put it through, until the rust got it.
I was driving along one day when I heard a really loud noise that carried on going, so pulling over I discovered my whole exhaust and back box had fallen off my car and had been dragging along behind me. After a panicky phone call to my Dad and one of his friends coming to rescue me by taking the exhaust off, I drove the rest of the way to work with no exhaust. Not the quietest drive I’ve ever had.
I was sad to say goodbye to my Ford Fiesta, but after the exhaust incident and various other bits falling off, she had to be replaced.
I drive a Vauxhall Zafira now, it’s not quite so nippy and Si hates driving it as he says it’s too slow, but I love it. I can fit both boys bikes in the huge boot area, I can convert the seats to fit seven people if I want to, and I have a brilliant car stereo.
The stereo was courtesy of Si as it came from his old car, it plays dvds, mp3s and more, and also has one of the best satellite navigation systems I’ve tried – at last even I can’t get lost.
What was your first car or what would be your dream car now?