In the spring, my wife got her rights. I bought her a car to go to work. In six months, she crashed into the shrub and wall (not very hard), jumped on the protection on the barder, in the courtyard melted a barrel on the bushes, scratched the car to someone else’s car.
Yesterday he said to me:
-Now I'll never go on the ad "on this car the girl was driving to work and home" now I know how the girls can drive to work.