It's a 1.8 litre Astra, and was quite fun. It also had dual-controls, which came in handy during my brakes-are-for-sissies phase. It wasn't a Corsa, and I was happy.
I passed my driving test a month ago, and a week later had bought this:
It's a 1991 BMW 325i, has a 2.5 litre engine, and racing suspension. The backside has also been lowered, and it goes very, very quickly.
After three weeks, I did my first parallel park yesterday, and only nearly ruined the paintwork on a 730 parked opposite. I thought the silver-on-black marks would've been an improvement, but anyway.
It has scared me a few times now (tight hairpin + speed + rear-wheel drive + inexperienced driver = recipe for disaster).
Despite being a terrible driver, it forgives me, and only allows me to stall about every 30 minutes, or every 5 feet if it thinks the other traffic needs to suffer.
Driving rocks, but I'm still terrified by National Speed Limit signs on tiny countryside roads. And parallel parking.
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