GROWING UP IN rural Northern Ireland, where there wasn’t really a bus service, meant having a car was about freedom; even today I cannot think about existing without one. I learned to drive in a TK Bedford when I was 14. My dad, who had his own business delivering coal, taught me so I could move his lorry around our yard, it was one of my chores. When I turned 17, I had four or five lessons with an instructor before I passed and was officially out on the road.
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