It took me forever to get my license.
My first instructor was a nightmare. He wouldn’t believe me that I had, actually, never driven when I started taking lessons. He lost patience on more than one occasion. I don’t think he lasted long as a driving instructor in civvie street. (Yes. He was ex-military.)
I think I’ve since always been a pretty good driver, though it took me a while to become a confident one.
My first car was an old, red Volkswagen beetle. A bit like the one on the photo – though I couldn’t be sure whether it was that exact model.
I took someone else with me to do the test drive.
I loved this car. Nothing is quite like an old Volkswagen beetle.
Sadly, I couldn’t afford keeping a car at the time and so eventually had to sell it again. (My sister somehow always got my parents to help out financially. But that’s a different story.) It had needed a few repairs – but there’s every reason to assume that it’s still running somewhere, and running …
Fast forward a good few number of years (a couple of decades, actually …) and a variety of cars I have driven (though not owned). I am now the proud owner of an old BMW (3 series, 2 liter engine, Baur convertible). Had someone told me all those years ago …
In Germany, only show-offs drive BMW. No comments, please.
I love this car. It needed a new exhaust – it now has a stainless steel one, which should last for a while. You can hear the car approach before it enters the street. (Okay, maybe I do fit the bill …) Unfortunately, it now also needs a new soft top before the winter. (Note to self …)
We went on an amazing journey across Europe together; and I think I once named it Pearl (after the ship “Black Pearl” in Pirates of the Caribbean). In Germany, people give their cars male or female names, but that’s somehow not the done thing over here. Anyway, I still occasionally dream of that beetle. Maybe it’s like one’s first love 😉