Driving Car Cars Study

I used to drive a really nice and expensive classic car. It was a beautiful car. It really was. It was brand new, and very flash and it just looked stunning compared to every other car on the road. It was my favourite motor in the entire world. I used to drive it everywhere. To the shops, to work, to college, to friends houses, into the city centre, to nearby countries. Basically, wherever I went, so did my classic car. It really was my baby and I loved my car more than anything else in the world. I was absolutely devastated when I was involved in a crash and the car was a write off. I really was upset. I could not believe it. I could not believe my car was not able to drive on the open road anymore. I did not even care about my injuries. I just cared about that car and it was sad to see if off the road. To be honest, I blame the driving schools I was with. Really, I do. It was advertised as one of the best driving schools in the country. Best driving schools in the country? I don't think so. I thought it was one of the worst driving schools ever and perhaps if I had been taught how to drive better, I would not have crashed and I would still be driving along in my beautiful classic car. It was just a tragic shame really and now my efforts had to go on buying a new car. I did not really want to buy a new car. I wanted my classic car, not a new one. I knew however that I did need to buy a new car otherwise I would not be able to rive on the road again so I went and spent all my efforts trying to find an equally as good car. Eventually I found one, a little cheaper than my last, and not as nice, obviously. But it was nice. As soon as I saw it I began to slowly fall in love with it. I decided to buy it there and then and decided to get it in the colour light blue as light blue was my favourite colour. I did love this car, but I knew it could never match up to my classic car and I knew I would never ever forget it.