I was writing to someone today about how much I love driving, and cars. And it reminded me of how when Lovely Bloke first took me to meet his friends, we walked past a really, really nice Audi parked outside a pub. And I got into a very seriously and lengthy conversation about the tyres and the Audi generally, about the beauty of it.
My mum and dad taught me to drive when I was 17. It was really important to them that I learnt how to drive. And they even came up with a ford escort 1200 s – don’t forget the s – the sport (!!!) version. It was so old. It was cherry red. And I called her Doris. I loved her more than I think I could ever love a flashy car. She was my ticket to independence. She was fabulous. I cried on the day that she left me. I was going to University and I couldn’t afford to keep her. I stood in front of the car, and my dad took a picture of her. And Nick – my boyfriend for my teenager years was stood in the background. I remember it so vividly.
I had so many adventures in my car. I loved her. And she gave me so much confidence to be out there in world, being independent, doing my own thing. It’s going to be just as important to me that I teach my boys to drive – it’s not about gender. It’s about teaching them a skill that will be with them for life. And hopefully, they’ll learn to appreciate the beauty of gorgeous car wheels on Audi’s at the same time!
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