DownWest
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My maternal grandmother, a very victorian lady, who taught herself to drive in the early years of the 20th cent, went to the station car park and let herself into 'her' A40. Bit of trouble with the ignition, when a young guy knocked on th window. 'What do you want young man?' Errm, madame, you are in my car.. 'Rediculous, this is MY car.' Madame I don't think so.. Anyway, this went on for a bit before granny had to conceed that her car was two rows further away.
Driving with her was terrifying, she still did it as when she started in 190 something.
Driving with her was terrifying, she still did it as when she started in 190 something.