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Driving is such a fun aspect of day-to-day life; growing up and going to high school, we look forward to reaching the age where we finally get to be behind the wheel and drive to school, get a job and make some extra money. But truth be told, the first time is terrifying.

Here's how my story went: I passed the written test in school, and was told that I had to be 16 in order to start at any of the driving schools. It was a few months away, but there was no reason not to get excited. My mother and I began to contact the different driving schools to price them out. We signed up to the cheepest one we could find, and marked the date on the calender.

When the day came, my stomach was in knots. You can be as tough as you want to be, but unless you've driven a car before, you have no idea what to expect. I started talking to my friends the next day, and one of them (a real fan of the UK - I think it's the accents) started to tell me about the driving instruction course in the UK.

He said, "The driving schools in the UK teach so much more than here in the US. They try to really prepare you for driving: they teach you how to avoid accidents, stop your car with the emergency brake; they make you into a professional driver! I DARE you to look up 'driving schools uk' and find something that disagrees with what I'm saying!"

I didn't believe him, but after searching "driving schools uk", I found out he wasn't lying! I wished that even ONE of the driving schools I called sounded that interesting. But I'm sure the dsa (Driving Standards Agency) would frown upon engouraging that sort of driving. One school, apparently the most famous, was called "driving schools uk," which was surprising. When I asked my friend about it, he said that he actually lived in England for some time. And where did he learn to drive? "Driving Schools UK."

So anyway, I've now been driving for about a year-and-a-half, and it's about time I get my own car. MY first car. I love the sound of it. What do I want? A classic car, like a 1970 Chevelle. A pure muscle car. The engine roars with the slightest press of the gas pedal. It has a brutish style to it, just like every muscle car should. But those are expensive, especially trying to find one that has been well maintained. If I couldn't get a Chevelle, I'd have to get the new Camaro. Cheap, affordable, and stylish; it's the start of a new generation of muscle cars. Thank God I've been saving for a car. My neighbor has to drive her parents' van to and from school everyday.