Marvellous things aren't they cars? You just get in, switch on the engine, and off you go. Freedom. If you wanted to you could travel all over the world. You could take a tent and then there would be no accommodation charges to worry about. Just think of all the interesting places you could visit. All the interesting people you would meet. Marvellous!
Oh my word, learning to drive and having my own transport was going to transform my life. I would just get into my car and drive away. Away from all the things and people that irked me. Good bye you lot. I'm out of here.
I passed my test. Naturally I passed it first time. I knew I would. It stood to reason. I was after all the world's best driver.
I was given a car. Yes, given it. As a gift. From my friends Don and Jenny. Don and Jenny. Lovely genuine caring people. Didn't know me from Adam. Took me in when I was rock bottom one time. Just out of prison. They weren't too concerned about my past. They wanted me to have a future. You need to meet people like that. A wonderful couple. They have gone now. I miss them. I need to tell you about Don and Jenny sometime.
Can you remember the feeling, when you passed your driving test? Wasn't it marvellous? Look out life! I'm coming to live ya!
Then the reality sets in. Road tax. Insurance. Maintenance. Petrol. New battery. Breakdowns. Paying some bloke to walk in front of me with a red flag.
I never did get to travel very far in my first car. Couldn't afford to.
Funny how some things never change. I still can't afford to. But in themselves, they really are marvellous things, cars. They do tend to give you a sense of freedom. Just a sense mind you. Marvellous!
Don and Jenny gave me my first car. Along with a sense of responsibility. I travelled a long way on the right road, after I met them. You know what? I think that might have been what they intended.