When I first passed my driving test at the tender age of 17, I can remember almost falling off my chair at the insurance quotes I received.
We’re talking four figures for paltry old third party, fire and theft’only. Ludicrous. Especially as I was driving a battered old Volvo 343 – a less desirable motor it would be hard to find.
Granted, for all they knew, I drove like a young lunatic. The good news was that my…
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