Churchill, could you more than double my insurance just because dad rather dropped me in it with the immortal line "Oh my son drives it a lot more than I do". "OHHH YESSS." He has promised to pay me the difference in the renewal quote though bless him so he'll be forgiven if he lives up to his bond. A weird entry this, into the good book but where else to write it? This online tome contains all the random and new things I get up to, why not putting myself down as a named driver on car insurance for the first time?
EXTRA EXTRA!! Not only did dad pay the difference in the insurance, BUT he also cleaned up after some little scrouts egged my car and didn't mention it because he knew i'd be gutted. Cheers Dad, loves ya :) x
It is a soul destroying experience though I can tell you, especially when being a member of society's most persecuted group when it comes to motoring - young male. I must say I felt like the scum of the earth when the questions came flooding in again and again. You could sense the bile being spurted out "WHAT?! You're how old?! AND YOU PARK YOUR CAR WHERE?!!!". There were a list of insurers who simply turned their noses up at me, a few, like Sheila's Wheels and Saga obviously wouldn't have worked and others charged me more than my car was even worth. One even refused because my car wasn't worth enough :( Poor Mavis, never has a car been more loyal and received such harsh treatment. At the end of the day i'm giving these people money for nothing. In my 6 years of driving, the only damage done was from some little sod who did my mirrors when Mavis was parked up. I've always driven safely but there's something funny about naming your car, you look after her even more. So for a couple of hours I was wishing I was actually a 55 year old accountant living in Harrogate with a Fiat Punto parked in a private garage under armed guard, not a 28 year old pacifist wondering who will be next to take from the pot.
Rant over ;)
Rossifer x
