Next up he let us loose in a Vauxhall Chevette and I've never really upgraded to the big car club since.
All of my cars have been small, just enough room for me to fit my handbag in the boot and that's about it.
So with a family trip to Wellington over the long weekend on the cards, my wonderful mother-in-law suggested we do a car swap and take her flash bigger car down to Wellington.
Her car is very nice and has four very distinct rings on its grille. To buy a car like this you go and see Terry at Eurocity. I've never had the privilege of Terry showing me around a potential car, and unless I win Lotto then I probably never will.
To really look the part I bought a new pair of cheap sunglasses and we drove in luxury down to Wellington.
Now when you're driving a nice car there are a few things to get used to. One is that it tells you when you've done something stupid with a message on the dash telling you you're an idiot when you left the handbrake on and tried to drive away.
The other thing to get used to is the unspoken "flash car" club that you now belong to when you're on the road.
There's a slight nod of the head when you pass someone else who's in your club. I'd describe it as a kind of smugness.
That smug feeling continues when for the first time in your life you don't have to pull over on the Rimutakas to let the trail of cars that you've held up pass you.
You get to pass cars on the Rimutakas. It's very liberating but fleeting because it's back to reality now.
I'm zipping around town in my little Runx, back to the small car club, but still kind of smug because at least we can park anywhere.
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