When I passed my driving test it was one of the best days of my life. I didn’t know it back then, but it would open the doors to so much adventure and freedom that life without a car just wouldn’t permit.
I was always a little obsessed with the concept of driving, from a very young age. I’d tip my toy cars onto the floor and play ‘traffic’. Yes, I’d pretend I was sat in traffic and carefully move each car along in the queue one by one.
Even Barbie wasn’t safe from this humdrum existence. I had a wonderful pink Jeep that I’d load up with her pals, use books as road humps and drive them gently around the living room. Parallel parking was also a favourite of mine.
Occasionally on a Saturday, my grandparents would take us to Barry Island arcades. I didn’t need any money, I’d just stand at a car game like Sega’s OutRun and pretend I was driving an Escort.
Then while everyone was in the house on an afternoon, I’d go out to my Bampie’s car and sit there for hours pretending I was on the move. The neighbours probably thought I was nuts.
When I was growing up, we’d travel across America in a van. I’d sit on my Bampies lap in the passenger seat and make believe I was driving us all to Dallas, Boston or wherever we were going on that day. In 2011 I actually got to drive my husband and me in a big and beautiful Chevrolet Impala. I’d only recently passed my test and had only drove my Mum’s old Fiat Punto so I felt like I was driving a truck.
Now I drive a humble and simplistic 2009 Fiat Bravo. Before this car I had a VW Up! and although it was a very nifty, cute little thing I prefer a bigger engine with six gears. I don’t think I’d go back to a toy car again.
Here are 5 reasons why I love my car
Being able to blast my music super loud is one of my favourite things to do. Especially in an isolated vehicle with just me and my lungs.
I can go anywhere, whenever I want. Whats not to love?
Having a car allows me to connect with friends and family with ease. I use my car at least twice a day to visit my Mum, and without it, I’d be lost.
4. Home on the Move
I quite often sit in my car and eat my lunch if I’m on the go. It’s like my little piece of home on the road.
5. No Bus
Quite simply, I don’t have to get a bus. Although, when my car went in for the MOT in June, I did which made me even more grateful.
While I am appreciative for my simple and affordable car, I do have dreams of one day being able to buy something a bit more sporty, modern and smooth.
I’ve always loved Volkswagen, but I especially love the shape and colour of the blue Scirocco.
A Honda Civic has also intrigued me. My Sister had one for years which she literally drove into the ground, it was so reliable. There’s something so slick about the red and black interior below. I’d definitely feel like a badass or Batman rolling up in this. Maybe a badass Batman? Check out the new model here
Lastly, the car of my actual dreams is a 1950’s Cadillac in shiny black. Like, ‘none more black’ to quote Nigel Tufnel from Spinal Tap.
What do you love about your car? Let me know in the comments below, I’d love to know!
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