And it was this that got me feeling nostalgic about things.
One way or another our motors have a special place in the memories we have.
I passed my test first time (just) but stalled my car on an incredibly busy roundabout at rush hour the very next day.
I can still hear the horns and feel the heat rising in my very flushed face.
And when I went on to sell that car, a little old red Fiesta called Doris, I cried like a baby.
So it was with that I asked members of our Local Bygones Facebook group to share details about their driving tests and first cars...