Cars, drivers, and poetry

I read this from Sue Vincent today, and it tweaked a few memories.

I passed my test on February 15th 1978.
I was one of 6 in the bank taking the test that month, and the only one who passed.
It was my first time, and one of a couple of things I have ‘bettered’ my sister at, as she took 2 goes, her eldest daughter 8 and youngest 2, maybe 3, I can’t honestly remember.
However, when I passed, something else was going on (Sis was pregnant with her first and the baby moved), so I kept quiet.
passedThe Ex’s birthday was the 18th, so I kept my pass certificate as a birthday surprise, and presented my Mum and MIL with my L plates, torn in half.
Neither understood the significance.
dog in carMy first car was a mini, purchased for £100 from ‘a friend’ and it died after about a month.
Not my fault!
My second was a 1966 Ford Anglia, I still remember the number plate JYL 298D, so wonder if she is still on the road.
On reading ‘One Lady Owner’ my Dad joked by saying what about the other twenty?
It was the same if anything was advertised with ‘One Careful Owner’, he always wanted to know about the others.
However, One Lady Owner was correct, as she’d had it from new.

The lady who owned Gladys as I called her, spoilt her rotten.
This car was not only kept spotless and never taken out in the rain, but would be kept in the garage with a blanket over her bonnet and a heater under the engine in cold weather.
When I took over the registration documents, I couldn’t begin to match the love and devotion as our garage was in a block over the way with no electricity.
Gladys took her own revenge, and if it was raining, would not start for me. AT ALL.
If it was damp or muggy, she’d think about it, and nine times out of ten not bother.

Gladys wasn’t a mover, which is just as well as speed has never been my thing (well not until I got my Peugeot 206 when 70 was a nice relaxing speed on the motorway).
Other drivers were forever carving me up, shooting past the ‘old dear’ who eventually caught up at the lights.
Gladys wasn’t nippy either, so I lost out to a number of car parking spaces to the cheeky boy racers who would whizz in just as I was about to reverse.
I wrote a poem which I haven’t got round to re-writing and publishing here yet, but I distinctly remember penning these lines:

‘It’s no good exploding and losing your cool
Or shouting abuse at this ignorant fool’

Nor was she a looker, being the drab greyish brown that was so popular at the time, though I tried to brighten her up a bit with floral cushions on the back seat.
angliaBut for all that, she was my instructor, mentor, and guide for those first two years after I passed my test. She gave me independence and confidence, and I treated her with respect, not once denting or scratching her bodywork.
So to Gladys, and all First Cars of newly passed drivers,

LOOK OUT! IT’S A JUNGLE OUT THERE.
car park

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Cars, drivers, and poetry

  1. Gladys was a beauty ! ☺

  2. Sue Vincent says:

    I always liked the Anglia… my first car was a Mini too 🙂

  3. I loved my first car, even though it was a hand-me-down from my grandparents – the idea of the freedom it gave me was just the best thing in the world.

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