My old Fiat 1

My grandmother used to tell me the story when my father graduated from high school, and she always emphasised on the present that he was given by my grandfather, a car. Therefore, I used to think about the present I will be given when I graduated from high school, would it be a car too? Here is the story.

After 8 months I graduated from High school, my father gave me a 1995 model, red, Fiat 1. I was gleeful because it will be extremely useful for the university, but, unfortunately, not everything was rosy and I realized that owning a car is not easy at all.

Things started to go wrong after some months of using it.  One day I was coming from La Mesa de los Santos and there was this particular smell emanating from my car, so I decided to stop and check out what was going on, but... surprise! the brakes didn't work. What I did was to use the emergency brake or the hand brake and I put the car in first gear. After 30 minutes the brakes were working again and amazingly I managed to go home.

Another day I was picking my girlfriend up from the university, I was driving over the 27th street when suddenly, my car turned off. I tried to switch it on again, but nothing happened, so I called my dad and told him what was going on, he asked me to wait and to keep trying to switch it on. Fortunateley, I was near a parking lot so that when my father arrived, he pushed my car with his car and we managed to park it.

I still have some problems with the battery, with the tires, with the lights, with the sits, with the keys, among other things.

And that's it. Sometimes owning a car is not funny besides,  it could be really expensive to mantain it.

Hope you like it!