Transport Opinions

As soon as I was seventeen years old I had got my provisional driving license from the dsa. Then I had contacted Driving School UK to book some car driving lessons. The instruction was with an award winning driving instructor called Gerry Lock. He had been working for the Driving School UK for the last twenty years. Firstly I felt so lucky to be learning to drive in driving school uk and secondly I felt really happy that I was learning with their best driving instructor.

Driving School UK had all their cars replaced every three months. Gerry Lock was indeed an excellent driving instructor. It only took me two months to learn to drive and I had amazingly passed my practical driving test first time. I had been saving up to buy a car with my bank account that I could get access to ar eighteen years old.

My eighteenth birthday was such a very happy day. I had a party and all my friends came to it. My mum had made me a lovely birthday cake. I had received some lovely presents like a gold necklace and a gem stone globe. The next day I went to the bank and withdrew all my money. I had nineteen thousand pounds and twenty two pence in it.

I went to a garage seeing Polo Cars I had always dreamed about having a stylish looking car. I had a test drive and it went like a dream. I had been so very much impressed with the way it had gone along the roads. I decided to buy it and all the paperwork was arranged in just one hour. My parents had been so surprised that I had spent eleven thousand pounds on a car.

All my friends at college were jealous of me. Some of them were still learning to drive and I had not only passed my test but bought a lovely looking car. In the dining room I had met a mature student called Andy. He was twenty seven years old. He was tall, dark and handsome. He invited me out to the cinema and after the film he had kissed my lips. We had gone out together for just over three years.

The happiest memory I look back on was my drive to Cornwall with Andy. I drove all the way down there from Hampshire. It was sunny August and the motorway had been busy. Then the less major roads had been a delight to travel on. I had found the camp site down a narrow country lane. We had set up my tent with a view of the rural beach. That night we had made love ever so passionately tucked up in my tent. My car had been outside and it had taken us on very enjoyable day trips in the area.