When I was asked if I would like to review a book called My First Car I declined. Why? Because the author had interviewed 60 people about what their first cars meant to them which seemed like a great idea , but 59 of the interviewees were men and it seemed to suggest lots of talk about tinkering under the bonnet.
The request did however get me thinking- what was my first car and what did it mean to me?
My first car represented freedom
My first car was a mini- I was 18 years old and still studying for my A levels. What did it mean? Well, for my father it meant no longer having be my taxi driver ! For me it meant freedom. It seemed like the first step into adulthood and responsibility. It was exciting! I have to confess that it was bought for me ( public transport was practically non-existent and my poor father was finding difficult to fit in the picking up and dropping off)– although I had to pay half back out of my earnings from my Saturday job- which I could now drive to (and also work two evenings after school as I was no longer reliant on being driven by someone else)!
For the first time I could choose my own times to come home- I could make plans to meet friends without having to consult my father to check his availability first. I could make an emergency dash to the vet to save my younger sister’s guinea pig (mum didn’t drive). It represented ‘growing up’.
I felt that I had become a member of a new club. My trusted mini took me everywhere- and what do I drive now? Well, having driven numerous cars over the years I am currently driving….another mini. But, as the mini also turned 50 recently, it does seem appropriate!!
What did your first car mean to you?