Cheap Means Simply that, Lack of Quality, Worn out and Going to Cost You a Bomb in the Long Term
My boyfriend had been hen-pecking me to learn to drive for a period of time. I had put off my desire to drive for years since I would not want to risk road users’ life, especially my life with my sense of clueless driving, I also often got disorientated in places and my common sense is still work in progress nevertheless I got through life with my other qualities. No matter, after 2 and 4 attempts on the paper and driving test respectively, I fully deserved my British driving licence. The road to fame is obviously not glorious but I realized I was made of stronger stuff like being insistence which also seems to be a prominent characteristic trait of my boyfriend by way of constant enticing. As a compliment for passing my test my boyfriend prized me a automobile, it was only an old banger but I was so pleased that I had my own motor. However I had to take care of the insurance and car vehicle tax before I could enjoy my car. Now the true cost began to surface. I was well over 21 and the car was really old and I had anticipated insurance should come cheap, how wrong I was. I thought it was senseless when the yearly insurance cover was computed to be £800 when the automobile wasn’t even worth £600. In what way was the risk assessment calculated with the mini built of my automobile, odds were good that had it hit an deluxe car, it would be my automobile that got rebounded off and subsequently written off, not the other way around. Unwillingly I paid the tax and more adamant now to put the auto to test! More drama follow, my boyfriend observed that the motor car did not have an applicabl MOT, looked like it had been out of service for some time. So I eventually got to take the automobile out even if it was only to a auto garage to get the MOT fixed. A few days passed I went to the garage believing to be met with my MOT certificate and you guessed it, this did not happen. It was claimed that the car required elaborated fixing to be MOT certified, the shop guy presented me a bill of £750, having come this far, I dutifully paid it but couldn’t help feeling being taken a ride from the insurance/tax folks down to this repair guy. After all the initial inconveniences I was able to drive the car hassle free but often as my boyfriend’s free chauffeur chauffeur and sometimes he would like to brag about his little gift for me so I could enjoy life to which I always countered I spent my £2000 savings so he could get his butt around!
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