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Driving Miss Crazy

My cousin is finally taking the plunge and learning to drive!!! Mainly because her dad is fed up of ferrying her around and is paying for her lessons, which makes me laugh a lot as she’s now 28 with a full time job!!

She’s got a nice friendly guy teaching her and she has an hour lesson each week in a rather sporty Mini Cooper (or Mini Coupè as she calls it!!) It’s been going fairly well and she seems to be getting on better than I thought she would, or gave her credit for!! She got hooted at by an impatient bus driver on her last lesson and I’m pleased to report she gave the disrespectful nobber a mouthful back, don’t know if that will be approved on her test. But I mean, come on Mr Bus there’s a clue that she won’t set off from a junction like Nigel Mansell when the car is plastered in L-plates durrr.

Personally, I couldn’t wait to learn to drive and took lessons the day of my 17 th birthday (well it wasn’t quite the same day, because my birthday is Boxing day and no driving instructors would give lessons the day after Xmas.) Sure enough 4 months later on my first attempt I passed. Check me out – licence to drive!!!

I drive to work and back every day now, and I think it toughens you up to cope with city centre madness, you get used to the ways and the tricks. Coming home, though never fails to rile me. The last part of my trip involves taking a road that eventually leads to the motorway. The whole world always tries it on, by zooming down a dual carriageway and then trying to cut in at the last minute. It causes everyone to brake as nobber’s in Beamers try to force their way into the slower moving traffic.

Yesterday I was feeling quite strongly about this and concentrated on maintaining a gap just small enough to the car in front to ensure that no one could fit in. A dark coloured car zoomed up on my left with his indicator on looking to cut in front of me. I wasn’t having it though. I’ve waited in the correct lane to get on the motorway, what right does Nissan man have to force in front of me?? Would he do that if we were in any other environment if we were queuing in Tesco would he rush up and push in front of everyone at the checkout waving an orange flashy light at everyone?? Does the fact he has an indicator flashing impatiently mean I have to respectfully yield my position and bow before his 2.0 injection?? So I resolutely refused to let the car in… I checked the mirror and there was a big enough gap to go in behind, the person there obviously not as immature as I am and was happy to let mean shovvers force their way in. So Mr Nissan slows and swings into the gap behind me and does the only thing left to assert his superiority and puts his headlights on full beam. They’re bright as well and it made me jump!!! I search the Bug for my retaliation and put on my hazard lights. I know, I know what does that achieve??? But realistically I didn’t care that much, he was behind my fabby Bug and me. I waved my flower at him defiantly, dropped down a gear and put my foot down, and left him for dead at the motorway slip road.

I’ve advised my cousin not to learn from my actions.

posted by Pixie @ 12:12 PM