My first car:
It was a white Mini with a sunroof that I could wind back. I inherited it from my aunt (who I lived on the King's Road) when I first moved to London, aged 18. I used to struggle parking it, and used the metal bumpers a lot. It was eventually destroyed when a car crashed into it outside the house.
My worst car:
I think people always love their cars. I get very attached to mine. But the worst car was a black Polo I had for a few years. It had blacked-out windows so it counted as a van and I didn't have to pay VAT. For a while, it didn't have any back seats and passengers just had to lie down, until I decided to upgrade it and bought some second-hand seats from a junk-dealer. I had a minor crash in it on Ebury Street once and overheard a man saying, "I would have thought Emma Hope would drive a more expensive car than that".
My favourite car:
I currently drive my ideal car. It is a blue Toyota 4 Runner (below). It is a countryside/farmer- style car and is perfect for pulling a horsebox along. It is quite a rare model. I found it on the internet, on Auto Trader Interactive. It came from Scotland. Once found, all I had to do was pay an AA man £200 to check it over, haggle a bit, and the car was then delivered to my door. I'm now on my second Toyota 4Runner.
My worst crash:
I was the spectator of my worst crash. I had just finished a day's hunting and felt exhausted and very hungry. I got out of my car and, distracted by a piece of cheesecake, forgot to put the handbrake on. Unfortunately, I had also locked the car so could not jump in when the car started to roll backwards. I watched it gain speed and crash into a barn. It was very odd watching it all, rather like watching a stunt.