The car you always promised yourself
Get ready to flick some water on your face, I have something sad to tell you…I never learned to drive.
That’s right, I can’t drive, although I did once turn a very difficult corner of an empty Sainsbury’s car park in a Nissan Almera. Shortly after that monumental event, the aforementioned Almera was written off in a tragic drunk farmer incident, we moved to central London and my driving career came to an end.
Although there’s something slightly shameful about a twenty-five year old that can’t drive, I don’t generally dwell on it. This weekend was an exception when we rented the best car in the world* to go to a wedding in the Lake District. The car that changed my life? A blue Peugeot 207 CC.
The two seater made for a perfect rental - we were able to politely yet legitimately refuse to chauffeur any guests, while smugly driving through the fresh country snow with the top down, playing Ella Fitzgerald to scare the cows.
Before I get hate mail, the Peugeot is only my second crush on a car. My first was a rusty purple Ford Capri: the car you always promised yourself** so my tastes are improving.
*According to a 25-year-old woman, who can’t drive.
** I am still promising myself a Capri, just I’ve promised the DVLA I’ll get a licence first.
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