That One Time I Went For It

It’s becoming more apparent that cars have become a huge part of my life. I can’t go anywhere without seeing some car I’ve driven and wonder to myself what possessed the driver to buy it what it would be like to drive. I can’t blame it all on my job — it’s almost an obsession.

It was during a work trip to Powell Butte, Oregon that I had the chance to drive one car that I don’t think I’ll have the opportunity to drive again — unless I win the lottery. I was at an event for female journalists called Heels & Wheels, where I was introduced to some amazing women, some of whom I’ve had the pleasure to develop close relationships with.

Photo property of Megan Stewart

Photo property of Megan Stewart

Although this event has been going on for a few years now, it was my first time attending. The journey started in Portland, Oregon amidst a downpour, and we still had to drive three hours to the resort we’d be staying at. Not knowing what cars would be available, it was time to find a driving partner, car, and hit the road. And standing right outside was one car I would have killed to get my hands on.

An Aston Martin DB9.

It’s hard to look at this car and not find it beautiful. This luxury sports car, starting at just over $183,000, is one of the top in its segment for a reason. With 510 horsepower and a 0-60 time of 4.6 seconds (which is really powerful and fast), this car just screams fun. There was just one problem.

I wasn’t old enough to drive it.

All throughout our time at the resort, I kept hearing everyone tell me how awesome it was to drive, how smooth and comfortable the drive was. I kept getting more and more anxious just to get behind the wheel. I didn’t care if I couldn’t drive it. On the last day of thrip, I saw my opening. Drives were almost done for the day and many of the women were heading back to the rooms to get ready for dinner. I walked up to the Aston Martin representative, and she asked me —

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

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