Quite literally. So I’ve had my fair share of cars in the 24ish years I’ve been driving, passing my driving test was THE #1 priority as soon as I turned 17. And I LOVE driving. I started off with a little run around for my first two years and then quickly worked my way up to my first performance car at age 20 – a nice graphite grey Honda Prelude 2.2 VTEC which technically I should have never been able to insure but luck was with me! Sadly she met her demise in fucking spectacular fashion on the motorway at about 70mph, a true smash up, radiator on the tarmac the lot 🙄 very upsetting, she was my pride and joy. I stood at the side of the road waiting for recovery bawling my eyes out over that car. But dead she was, small saving grace was the recovery garage let me whip out the sound system before it was taken away by the insurance company – ha! Shame about the brand new straight through exhaust I’d just had fitted though, gutted. Queue the Beemer 🤮 less said about that pile of shit the better, then came the Nissan Skyline… oh my!! Christmas had come early and I was in love! My best friend at the time had a Subaru Impreza so we were absolutely the dogs bollocks! You see, speed and power are everything – an avid Fast & Furious fan from the beginning, I love all things “car” and that’s never changed. The Skyline wasn’t to be for long though sadly, nothing as friggin dramatic as the Honda, just a split hose in the heating matrix that pissed water all over my electrics. Sad times. Although it was fun driving to the Vauxhall garage in my obnoxiously loud Skyline with my dad in his equally loud Monaro having everyone in the showroom stop and stare at us out the window. That would be the last time anyone stared at my car though or tried to “race” me off the line at the lights 😢 I part exchanged her for an extremely fucking mundane Astra 1.6 SXI. Borefest! But I had a car.

Several cars later and my disability was kicking in so it was decided I would move to an automatic. A kick to the fucking gut in my book. And I’d bought a Peugeot. French! Dear oh dear what had my life become?! Turned out I actually quite liked it, a 3008 1.6 GT Line with a SPORT button (gleefully rubs hands together) (until the price of fuel skyrocketed and I couldn’t afford to use Sport mode anymore!)

Then life really fucked me over. I’d had the car a little over 2 years when on a boring trip to yet ANOTHER hospital appointment my right leg failed me altogether and I couldn’t lift my foot to brake. Luckily in rolling traffic so not at speed but still, the back end of the aggregate lorry I was behind was not kind to my poor car and the insurance company wrote it off!! After I’d bumped into the back of the lorry I pulled over and absolutely sobbed my heart out, I knew the ramifications of what had just happened, this meant massive changes for me. Huge. I was beyond devastated, my whole independence was destroyed and I still had to tell the husband. He was fuming as expected. All in all an absolute fucking shit pile of a day.

I knew that in order to keep my licence I had to take an assessment and learn to drive on hand controls. So I did. I wasn’t about to just roll over and accept a life with no car. It’s a very odd experience driving without using your feet but I found it reasonably easy so got approved. My new car (another Peugeot believe it or not) gets delivered end of this month and I can’t wait! I’ve been stuck at home for months now except for a couple of shopping trips (for food, sadly) and one weekend when my sister came to stay and was kind enough to do the driving. So I will be back on the road in a couple of short weeks, in a brand new motor no less!