I borrowed my friend's car the other day in an attempt to persuade my husband that we needed a car and literally this is true, in the first day of borrowing the car, I got three tickets and I rear-ended it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Me and my partners had been stealing cars for a while.
I went out with some old friends and we were having fun. A couple of them were very intoxicated. When I went to leave, I refused to let them drive. So when I got pulled over, I was the driver.
We ran three cars last year. Unfortunately, as time went on, we did have to let a few people go, which we regretted, but just because of the situation.
When I came home for the summer after my first year of college, I told my mother that my best friend and I were driving to California. She laughed out loud - 2,000 miles in a what? Well, my best friend had an old Chevy. What could go wrong?
I spend an extraordinary amount of time in my car, so I can justify the expense. That's the only extravagance in my life - it's my car.
I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.
The day you feel like you've won, you need to drive out of the parking lot and not come back.
I lend people money, but I'd never lend something that would jeopardise a friendship if I didn't get it back.
You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said 'Parking Fine.'
It was my father who - after, at age 15, I had attempted unsuccessfully to drive the family car using a 'borrowed' key and knocked down a wall of the garage - convinced me over the telephone not to run away from home and who then came home from work not to punish me but rather to console and comfort me.