I was thinking about buying a new car.
But I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it.
I had a lot of things to do before I could afford one.
And I didn of course have a huge budget to cover the car payments.
I was going to have to sell the car, buy an apartment, rent out a room in my house and go back to work.
In a desperate moment, I decided to buy a car from a broker.
“I want to sell it, because I don’t know how to pay for it,” I said.
I did the maths, but it wasn’t going to be cheap.
It would have cost me more than £1,000, which is still an enormous amount of money for someone in my position.
“I can’t afford that,” I thought.
The broker agreed to buy me a new, clean, safe car.
And for a few months, I drove it around.
My broker’s son, an electrician, took me to see other people in the business and they offered to pay the full price.
At first I was hesitant, but I thought: “Why should I have to pay that much?”
I got into the habit.
When I bought my first car in 2014, I had to pay £700 in tax.
It’s not cheap, but there are a lot better options out there.
But, I didn�t feel it was right.
I had two cars, but only one was clean.
I could see the damage, and I thought, “It’s my responsibility to do something about it”.
In March 2017, I sold my second car, and started buying new cars.
I didn, of course, pay the normal tax, and didn’t pay any additional costs.
But this was the first time I’d had a car that I could live with, which made the process easier.
I found a cleaner to fix it and moved on.
But I started to notice a different problem: I was still paying the £700 tax, even though I had already sold my car.
So, when I had another car, it was a different story.
By September, I was paying more than I should have, and my car insurance was expiring.
I decided I’d just get a new one.
I borrowed money from a friend and sold it.
When it arrived, I put a bumper sticker on the back saying, “This is the best car ever.”
I paid £4,000 on it, and then I started buying cars.
The second time I bought, I paid another £5,000 and I bought another car.
By March, I still hadn’t sold the car and was paying over £1.5 million a year in car insurance.
And the more I bought cars, the more expensive they became.
Eventually, I thought I would have to stop.
And my first instinct was to do everything I could to avoid buying a car.
It started with buying smaller cars, such as a minivan, or even a van.
But as I started putting more and more money into the car pool, the price of the bigger cars kept going up.
When my wife was sick, I would go to work in the afternoon, take a day off work and then come home and rent a new minivan.
But then my financial situation worsened.
Finally, I got an idea.
Instead of buying a minivans, I could rent a truck.
It could go around the world, I reasoned.
And it was cheaper.
And so I decided: “If I buy a truck, I’ll buy a second one.”
I started working on a new truck.
So I bought one.
In October 2017, after working seven days a week for eight months, the first of the new trucks arrived.
On one trip, the driver lost control of the car in a road accident and broke his collarbone.
I helped him to get to hospital and he was in a life-threatening condition.
As I was waiting for him, I saw a young girl in tears in the hospital, crying that her brother was dead.
Then I was able to sit down with her.
She was crying that my son was gone and her son was dead, too.
At first, I wanted the truck to be a big, beautiful truck, but as I was driving it around, it became clear to me that it was not.
That was when I decided the new truck was too big for me.
I started cutting corners.
Some of the trucks are made from wood and aluminium.
And most of them have the same problems: they are often so big that they don’t even fit in the boot.
They are also prone to rust, and there are so many problems with the paintwork that it has to be replaced regularly.
This week, I started using the new one, and am delighted to report that it is so much nicer