My First Wheels

So, I’m 40 in a couple of weeks.

Feeling pretty old.

Wondering where the time has gone.

I now drive a sensible family car (VW Touran I’m ashamed to say), which is a boring shade of grey that is starting to match my hair. My husbands choice – the car, not my hair.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

I used to be cool.

I used to drive a MINI.

People used to notice me. Mostly broken down at the side of the road I admit.

I used to drive to night clubs and all night parties, with banging tunes and a heaving back seat of sparkly ravers.

Clubbers, cassette taped classics and cans of cider.

And now?

I spend my days delivering small people to ballet and gymnastics. A Sunday roast if I’m lucky.

My first car (and 2nd and 3rd), was a MINI.

The very first was a short affair with this MINI Clubman classic purchased for the sum of £160. Unfortunately it was condemned by the first garage I ever visited and I never saw it again.

‘I’m afraid madam, we can’t give you the keys back as this car is a death trap’.

Next was my love affair with a gorgeous orange MINI painted by my clever partner almost 20 years ago. We went on so many amazing adventures together. (Rob came too). I miss you.

And now?

Finding a mini in a muddy field of cars after a crazy weekend at Glastonbury is a challenge. But not nearly as tough as finding this in a field of silver people carriers in Asda car park with a screaming 4 year old and wonky wheeled trolly.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

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This is an entry to the @insrevolution competiton #myfirstwheelscomp

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