The first four-wheeled love affairs are always special. In 1995, I got a 1985 Volkswagen Golf. I purchased that car from my father. I was 27 years old. Although I had my driver’s license for 10 years, I never felt the need for my own car. Reason being, the benefits of living in Reykjavik and Oslo. One could easily commute and do without a car, particularly in Oslo. I would borrow a car from my grandfather in Iceland or my father in Norway, only when needed but that was seldom.
