The suspensory loan was like interest in reverse where an amount of the loan got deducted every year, ending in five years. Not long after I bought the car they changed the rules, so you could only buy a car that was under 10 years old.
It was hardly practical, but Sally and I were 80s Goths and, as I said, we thought we were outrageously cool. It seemed to hug the road when I drove it over 140km per hour.
I have had a few cars. My first was a Honda Civic which was the first Civic that Honda made. I thought I was outrageously cool (inexplicably, I thought that a lot) just before I pulled the hand brake on going at 80km on wet tar seal (I was 15).
I had a Ford Escort Mark II. It was burnt orange with a beige vinyl roof. We thought we were outrageously cool when I was driving my friends to a luau-themed champagne breakfast from little Huia in Auckland's Waitakeres.
That feeling didn't last long either when it caught fire and dragged me down a very long hill towards the dam with me hanging out the door attached to the car by the seatbelt.
I had a 5-litre Holden Commodore. I thought I was outrageously cool in that until it overheated and blew up at the top of the Brynderwyns. I was with my two daughters aged 7 and 3. Cellphones weren't prolific then.
Now don't get me wrong, I love driving. To me it is like a level playing field.
My driving these days is very sedate. It has to be. I drive the death run gauntlet between Ruakaka and Whangarei every day.
This didn't stop my friend Shirl from going into a fight or flight episode the other morning when we were headed to Auckland. Although I have known Shirl for a long time, she had never actually driven with me.
"I'm driving," she said.
"No,'' I said. "I am driving."
Her eyes went dead. She dropped her shoulder, she had the look of a Saxon warrior. She's 6 ft tall.
"Give me the f*****g keys," she said.
I had to think quickly.
"Look," I said calmly, "I have been driving for 38 years. It will be all right."
There was a short silence, then: "Okay, you had better bloody not kill me or I will kill you."
The outrageously cool kids at Attitude TV have recently put together a film series called Crips in Cars. They sent me the trailer.
It's ingenious, showcasing conversations between two people at close quarters — driving around in a Mini — with enough going on in the background to take the edge off the intensity that close quarters can evoke.
At first I involuntarily flinched when I read the word "Crips". Some words just do that to me. I get that minority groups do reclaim words that have been derogatory in the past to reclaim the power from them. The gay movement in the 90s reclaimed the word "queer''.
Reclaiming is going through a revival. An example is the "slut march" in the #MeToo movement and, hey, Crips in Cars has an outrageously cool ring to it.
The episode I really like is Buckwheat and Don McKenzie. Buckwheat is a massively gregarious drag queen and Don McKenzie is a petite physiotherapist who is blind.
What I really liked about this episode was the wind was taken out of Buckwheat's flamboyant sail, away along with the visual impact of his cacophonic stage outfit, with Don's lack of vision. Wow! Talk about a leveller.
Both characters were absolutely charming with Buckwheat insisting on Don giving him a kinetic screening to make sure Don fully understood how outrageously cool he looked.
No matter what make the car is, no matter how outrageous you are, it doesn't even matter if you're in the driving seat or not. It's cool to be cool.
Jonny Wilkinson is the CEO of Tiaho Trust - Disability, A Matter of Perception, a Whangarei based disability advocacy organisation.
