I’ve never bought a car before. It’s always been on my list of things to do, like finishing my Master’s degree or cleaning out my handbag.
I always figured I’d get round to it, eventually, and then I got a dog (no, not a baby), a dog, and suddenly I felt I needed a car. (He is a chihuahua, named Frank Sinatra, thank you for asking.)
My dog deserves to see all the parks in Sydney, not just the ones we live near. So the car hunt begins.
I’ll be honest, I know nothing about cars. I don’t even know a little about cars. If a friend says, “I’m the one in the Toyota," I’ll ask, “What colour Toyota?” Because I can’t identify cars by models or brands, but I can spot a green car!