Fiesta

August 13th 2017

Today I bought a new car. I’ve been meaning to do it for like… six months, but just never got around to it. Because of the amount that I drive now, I’ve wanted a new car to make that hour commute each way a little bit easier to handle. When I showed up at the car showroom I had two real requirements: Four doors, bluetooth radio.

I’m not and have never been a petrol head, so things like engine size or horsepower or handling don’t bother me really. I just wanted comfort from my new car. I think the salesman knew that I knew nothing about cars, so I ended up with this…

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No, I’m totally kidding. This is what I got:

It’s a Ford Fiesta EcoBoost something something. There’s some letters and some numbers that would probably mean something to me if I knew what I was talking about. Again, all I was interested in was the comfort features, how it looks, and the colour (I wanted black, but blue will do)

Because it’s an EcoBoost it does like 55mpg, which is handy for the commute. I currently spend so much in fuel that I basically have shares in British Petroleum.

The salesman asked me if I wanted to take it out for a test drive, and to be honest I really, really didn’t. It made me really anxious. I didn’t like the thought of it. I was scared of crashing it. In six years with a licence I’ve only ever driven my car, my girlfriend’s car, and the car that I learned to drive in, so I was hesitant about driving a new one, but mainly because it felt really high pressured.

I got in the car with my Dad in the back and the salesman in the passenger seat and it felt like I was on my driving test again. For some reason driving my Dad around makes me anxious anyway, so having to drive the salesman just added to that. Once I got going I was alright. I didn’t drive it over the speed limit at all because I thought I’d fail my test, but I did some accelerating and some braking and stuff. I didn’t really know what I was looking for, but it was a really nice car to drive.

I remember, six years ago when we went to go buy my first car, I took my Dad out for a test drive in that. And he told me to let go of the steering wheel whilst I was driving to check the wheel alignment/axle. If it stays going straight when you don’t have your hands on the wheel then that’s usually a good thing, apparently. I tried that again today and, lo and behold, it went straight.

After the drive we got back to the garage and I had to decide if I wanted it or not. It’s probably the biggest commitment I’ve ever made, but I wanted it, so I bought it. It has everything that I wanted in a car. Four doors, four wheels, and a radio. I’m an easy guy to please.

Honestly, it sounds like I’m underselling it but that’s just because of who I am as a person, and how I like to write these blogs. After I’d signed for it and paid the deposit, Mum asked me “are you excited?” and I said I wasn’t, but I am. More than anything, it’s a symbol to myself of my progression.

My Mum and Dad bought me my current car for my 18th birthday, and it’s lasted me six years. Okay, I’ve probably forked out more than the value of the car in MOTs since then, but it’s never once broken down on me. I’ve never ended up on the side of the road, waiting for a tow truck. But it’s a first car. It’s not a nice car. It’s an A to B car.

Now I have a car that I can be proud of, that I can look after, that I bought myself. I’ve got a good job, and a house, and my own car, and I feel like I’m getting somewhere – and not just literally getting somewhere in a car.

Do you know what I mean? I don’t know.

Until tomorrow, I’m getting somewhere.

Jacn

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