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When i was her age, I was *dreaming* about a Mustang. Hell, 5.0 V8, american looks, alloy rims... (it was in Switzerland).
My father was not too fun with rules, but he raised us straight.
We had a deal: I would not have a moped or motorbike, and he would give me a car by the time I was 18 (legal age to drive here). He held his word, I got a beat up VW Polo. I had to take care of the car myself. He paid insurance (not comprhensive), and I paid for everything else. I changed my first head gasket at 19. It was a godsend that I had that 50HP car for 2 years. I Never braked. One set of pads lasted 60K miles... Then at 20 after working my ass off, I bought my first P car, a 944. In 7 years I did not put one single scratch in it. Now I have 4, and still zero scratch (that I did).
If you allow some advice from a guy that sees more or less naked people every day (I'm a radiologist): piercings yes, tattoos NOOOO! Piercings leave little/no marks when removed. Try to explain that gothic skull tattoo, or worse, svastika, when you're 50 or more, and your lawyers friends notice it at the country club. Even though it is wrong to judge based on that, everyone does.
This is not advice but: if it were my daughter, the car would be long gone in favour of a bicycle, which does wonders to the human body anyways.
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