The Car Story

I bought this car in 2007 as my first real car, one that was going to serve me through the later part of my teenage years and beyond.

It was cheap, with a million kilometres on it, had a few issues, but I instantly loved it and took very good care of it.

I was on a strict budget but always tried to give it what it needed to keep it reliably driving me all over the country.

I did tens of thousands of kilometres in it, taking it across state lines more times than I can remember, sleeping in it when I needed to, and only every so often having it end up on the back of a tow truck when it decided not to start for no apparent reason.

Shortly after I started Finestream, I needed a more reliable and newer car, one that was at least guaranteed to start when I turned the key, so I sold it.

I instantly regretted the decision. It was like saying goodbye to a childhood friend for the last time.
I missed the car the minute I handed the keys over and thought about it often.

One random Thursday, I was driving up Main North Road with a mate who knew the car from our teenage years when we saw a car that looked very similar, sitting out the front of a budget car dealer.
Having a bit of time, we decided to stop just to have a look at it.

As it turns out, it was my exact car. Not just the same make, model, and colour, but the exact same car, still with the same rego plates on it.

It was in rough condition. Faded paint, a lot more kilometres on it since I last drove it, a few nicks and scratches, but it was my car.

Obviously, we were not leaving without it.

It was cheap, and the dealer could not believe his luck that he had found someone actually willing to buy this thing. I did not tell him the story of the car, in fear of the price rising above my low credit card limit, which was how I intended to finance it.

Securing the sale, I got it out of there as quickly as I could and started the process of bringing it back to its former glory.

That was 10 years ago now, and the car is still with me, looking as good as it ever did the day it rolled off the factory floor, and being driven and loved by my whole family.