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I have been dreaming to have a car of my own, and that to be a brand new car. My parents promised to buy me one when I have the driver's licence. They wanted me to be a perfect, flawless driver before I start enjoying a new classic car. That made perfect sense, and I agreed to that.

My parents sent me to a driving school, one of the best in the City. I was so excited to start taking driving lessons. Very fortunate I must say to have an excellent driving instructor, calm, polite, and understanding. I went through three solid weeks of driving lessons.My instructor was so proud of me when I made through the driving test the very first time, and successfully won my driver's license. So were my parents. I was so happy and excited too.

I could then be looking forward to driving a new car of my dreams. My parents agreed to buy me a classic car of my choice, and asked me to look around at different new car dealers.

My parents did mention to me that on top of all the running expenses, there will be the premium for the insurance for the car. I needed to keep that in mind in selecting a car, and in choosing the insurance group. There was one highly reputed insurance group in the City. I contacted them for the offer. It wasa fairly reasonable offer they made. Just for comparison, I contacted another insurance group. With not much of a difference in the offer, my parents decided to take the offer of the first group.

With all requirements in place, it was all upto me to decide on the car I wished to have. As I had been dreaming of from the very beginning, I went ahead picking theclassic car of my choice. I did not go for any fancy designs, but put more emphasis on the safety and reliability befitting a classic car.

I received a big applause from my parents when I made the final choice and decision on the car I wanted. It was with full consent and approval that I finally picked a car. I couldfinally enjoy driving the car of my dreams.