GREAT NEWS GUYS, car sales are on the up. It would just take you back to when you got your first heap of metal to call your own.
1. Debating whether or not to name it
There’s no absolute purpose for giving your car a name but you did anyway. You might even give it a gender.
Aw, she runs like a beaut.
2. Adjusting to it
If you learned to drive in someone else’s car you’ll basically have to do it all over again due to the different biting points, steering, and basically… is this even a proper car?
3. Jazzing it up
Buy all the accessories Halfords have to offer. Your car is now your second home, except everyone can see it ALL THE TIME.
People must know what radio station you listen to or what football team you support.
4. Offering EVERYONE a lift
This gets old reeeaally fast but if anyone is in need of a lift within the first few weeks you get your car, by God you’ll be outside beeping.
5. Horrifying your mam with the first lift you give her
Even if you go slower than a wet week, your mam still acts like you’re giving Lewis Hamilton a race.
For this reason, the ‘Oh Jaysus handle’ was a primary requirement when car-shopping.
6. Realising it costs SO MUCH
Tax, petrol, NCT, repairs, new tyres, cash to throw out the window as you pass a crowd at the bus stop… it all adds up.
You didn’t want any disposable income anyway.
Don’t even start us on the complexities of looking for a good first insurance deal.
7. Making at least one CD for your crappy player
Need some tunes for the open road, man. Deal with it.
8. Driving around aimlessly with a full car
If you were a teenager and one of the first of your friends to drive, you were basically God.
At least, in your own head.
In reality, piling your friends in the car to drive around in circles just looked like this:
9. Talking stats
Usually in conversation with an older male and fellow car owners. You’ll be asked things like how does she drive? Is it a 1.2 or 1.5?
The only problem is that you actually have no idea.
10. Slowly realising that you’ve officially moved to the dark-side
From the moment those wheels knock into motion, you own the road. When you were a cyclist you hated drivers. As a pedestrian, you hated cyclists. Now you hate everyone. And taxis. Always taxis.
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