8x8 lo of my car. Journalling reads: My first car is still the car I drive today.I was a late bloomer when it came to driving. I had no desire to drive, and only went for my Learner’s Permit because Mum bribed me with McDonalds for breakfast (how easily I was swayed). I finally went for my Probationary licence at 23 because I was sick of being on my L’s (2 sets, 6 years in total).Mum decided I would need a car to get around in, and asked me what I wanted in a first car. My requirements were a decent stereo, air conditioning, and “a decent colour”. She rang me a few days later to say she had found me a white Ford KC Laser, with air conditioning. At $6,500 she was happy with the price, and thanks to my grandfather Ray supplying the money, I had a car.Dad drove my car to Melbourne one weekend, listening to Neil Diamond on the stereo, while Mum followed in the 4WD. The first time I saw my car was when they pulled into my driveway. How did I feel? I was relieved it had a rounded back rather than the square back.I was so excited to have my own car. I used to sit in it and pretend I was driving, turning the steering wheel to manoeuvre around unseen obstacles and changing the gears. I even managed to activate the steering wheel lock on my car, not realising that when you turn the wheel hard right, it will lock in place. I had to ring dad to find out I only had to jiggle the key in the ignition to unlock it!The night before I went for my licence, temptation got the better of me, and I took my car for a little spin around the streets where I lived.I love my car. I love the fuzzy ceiling and seats, the little tray under the passenger seat, my tape collection, the automatic mirrors and central locking, the colour, the air conditioner on hot days. I love my car.Bazill, AAM “travel” zipper pull, misc ribbon. TFL
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