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Gobbles Musings

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Yesterday I picked my car up at the dealer. The car was parked inside the building on the first floor (2nd in the US I thing, so not ground floor, one above it). We paid and got a little introduction and then we watched as they basically shoved the car out of the window onto a ramp and like an elevator it went down to the ground. (You only get that if you buy new, with used cars you just pick them up on the parking place, haha!)

 First stop was the gas station (I paid 50€ for a full tank, I don't want to know how cheap it would be in the US). And then my Mum and I went on a little shopping trip to various stores, my navigation app said we drove 26km. I reversed parked at the street without problems, parked on the parking lots and went up the ramp from the parking garage (yay for hill start assist). The trickiest thing was getting onto our property. It is a very small gateway with buildings on both sides. I had to turn the parking sensors off because they went totally crazy. But it went well. 

Today my Mum is at work the whole day so no driving, but tomorrow we are going to the supermarket again and later to my relatives to show off my new car. I want to drive with my mother only at the beginning. She almost fell asleep, so I guess I drive okay. My Dad is so afraid and my Grandpa tries to tell you what to do all the time, even when my Mum drives, who has driving experience since she is 18 and no accidents...

First drive alone is planed for next Friday. I'm going to pick up my Mum from her sports class and then we go to Christmas party and later I drive home again. 

It is still such a surreal feeling. When we got home yesterday I started crying after I turned the car off. So weird when something you never thought could happen becomes a reality. 

His name is Scottie. (Yes, I'm one of those weird people who give their car a name.) Named after the cat of my driving instructor.

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I’m so happy for you gobbles.  You’ve shown such persistence.  Enjoy your new freedom and be careful on those autobahns!

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Don'tlikekoolaid

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So happy for you gobbles, now you have freedom!  Drive defensively.

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Playagirl

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Congratulations. And don't let it bother you that your dad is scared and your grandpa tries to tell you what to do. That's a parent thing that will never change. I've been driving for 36 years and have never had an accident nor even gotten a ticket. My 83-year-old dad still tries to tell me how to drive. It comes from a place of love which makes it easier to accept.

Good luck with Scottie. You guys are going to have fun together, I'm sure.

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