For me it was Avenue Bernardo Quintana. It was 5am in the morning on a school day I was maybe ten. I had convinced my grandmother to let us drive along the avenue before leaving. She wasn’t quite willing to lend me her Audi A6, so instead we took my (then recently deceased) great uncle’s B13 Nissan Tsuru.

It was only a few minutes, I can’t even remember if I steered the car or if I just had it go in a straight line until reaching a return and giving my grandmother the controls.

Illustration for article titled Where did you have your first drive?

I went there yesterday to a friend’s house... and I can only remember how much the place has changed.

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