Do you remember you first car? Did you buy it yourself? I had a car left to me when my grandmother passed away. It lasted me a few months and then left me stranded, twice … in one day… while working. So the car shopping started. I was paying a car, by all rights, my first car, perhaps from North Aurora Auto Mall.
I was excited that after Hubby (then boyfriend) and I test drove a couple cars I found one I had to have. It was pre-owned, red and within my budget. I couldn’t wait to get the paper work signed, get in my new car and drive away. The time had come. It was mine (and the bank’s).
After everything was signed the salesmen that we had been working, Tom*, with took us back out to the car, due to the cold December weather, we all climbed in, me in the drivers seat. We talked for a minute and then Tom climbed back out to watch us drive away.
We also climbed out of the car, Hubby and I switching places. Tom’s face dropped wondering what was wrong. It was simple, I had only driven a car with a manual transmission twice before. I wasn’t about to pull out onto a busy street. I bought a car I had never driven. It was almost a week before I did finally drive it; I drove to work, all around town, all day. When I got home that night, there was question about me driving it.* Not actual name.
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