I think your first car is similar to a first love. You never ever forget it.
I will never forget the feeling of finally passing my driving test. I had been having lessons for over a year and taken my test twice already. My driving instructor was confident I would pass each time but my nerves always got the better of me.
Finally I had cracked it and it was time to find myself a car. I decided to Second Hand Cars Canterbury visit my local car dealer and see what they had to offer. I had a limited budget, a very limited budget. 500 to be precise. I did not expect anything spectacular but wanted something safe and not too bashed up. I found "her". A wonderfully old Volkswagen Polo.
She was white. I don't know why I called her "she" but I always did. In fact sometimes I called her Annie, derived from the letters on the registration plate. Inside she had a red carpet with grey interior seats. The car had been used by a young girl, who had travelled in it to clean her horses at the nearby farm and consequently there was a faint smell of horse muck in the car. It was nothing that an air-freshener could not fix and to be honest it did not really matter as this car was the one thing I had craved for a long time - freedom.
I drove far and wide in this car and she served me well. We drove south to visit friends on Hayling Island. We even went on the car ferry over to the Isle of Wight on a day trip. We had a journey to Edinburgh and I even navigated the city centre of London in her.
When I finally decided to part exchange my car for a new one, I was indeed very sad. I presumed that they would simply scrap the car as it was of no significant value. However only a short time ago a friend called me to say that she had seen the very same car being driven by an old man in our village.
A wonderful car with wonderful memories and still going strong.