This is my car. It’s a ‘98 VW Polo GL. It has two doors and a sunroof. It’s the first car I drove by myself after (eventually) passing my driving test in high school.
I got about 50 parking tickets. I reversed into about 200 poles. Ran over 4 cats. Backed into 1 elderly person, who yelled at me and I yelled back “Sorry! I hadn’t seen you!” - which is, apparently, a big no-no considering you’re supposed to check your rear-view mirrors before reversing.
I almost broke up with my australian ex-boyfriend inside this car because he couldn’t figure out how to drive on the right-hand side of the road.
I drove it to Paris to help my sister move. I drove it to Toulouse to take the English test that would later get me accepted in my architecture school’s exchange program.
It got broken into twice, and broke down once while I was driving to the VW dealership to get the smashed window fixed.
While having christmas dinner at my dad’s, he told me he wants to sell it. Goodbye Regina. You will be missed.
