I've never fully committed to an interest in cars. I enjoy the odd moment whilst driving.
Like flying off when the lights turned green on the Cambridge road so I could get in the right lane to get exit to the shops
It was tremendous. I was well past the junction and all the other suckers still at the lights
There's this odd generational thing about driving. For my generation, the day you turned 17 the day your freedom and independence arrived. There is all sorts of romantic guff to spew about a man and his relationship with his car and with the open road, but, more prosaically, what I don't understand about subsequent generations is, what do you do about women? I mean, when you asked a girl out, did you collect her on the bus?
It was probably for the best that I failed that test.
I had already been to the VW dealership. and would have probably got myself locked into some silly finance deal. I was probably on £5 an hour in those days. and when you add the cost of the crazy insurance it wasn't worth it. I am sure out of London the youngsters drive a lot more. Plus living in angel on a busy street I had no where to park and I had no where really to go in this car as I worked around the corner.
I loved lego. I had the city stuff like the police station, hospital, fire station.
my parents would get annoyed as on the back of the lego box it would show different ideas for what you could do with the set. I'd get ideas and try to recreate them only for it never to work
They never gave you the instructions for those other layouts.