This morning was the first chilly autumn morning (well the first one I’ve been awake for). There’s something about being awake for the sun rising, which is a lot easier during autumn/winter! Although I guess I usually would see the sun rise in the summer when I was at uni burning the midnight oil and going to sleep when the birds are starting to chirp away.
Surprisingly after my rant/panic last week about becoming an early bird, waking up at four in the morning hasn’t been that bad. Driving at six in the morning to different sideroads however, has been a case of:
*sat nav saying to turn onto side road in x amount of yards*
*starts to glance in that direction to see an opening*
nope someones driveway
nope another driveway
ok that’s gotta be the sideroad
nope just more driveways!!!
*suddenly sees opening to sideroad*
phew, just about saved that!
And then as you drive home in the daylight you notice how easy the road layout is…when you can see it.
You can probably tell in a bid to stick to BEDO and also think of something to write in 10 minutes before bed, I am really scraping the barrel.
Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis. – daily prompt
I’ve never really felt the need to name an inanimate object before, I remember when it was the craze to name your iPod (yeah, cause I had one of those as a kid). But when I bought my car I really wanted to give it a name, it felt rude not to.
Especially after the abuse I put him through with my constant singing, and the time I drove my near passenger wheel into a ditch and broke my fog light and mud guard, which the former flew off on the A47 afterwards and the latter I had to drive back to collect looking like a crazy person umming and ahhing to decide if it indeed was mine – it was.
Deciding a name was hard, it was like naming a baby. I had to choose wisely because he would forever been known as that name. Yes I had already decided my car was a boy. In the end he was named Diablo because that was the colour red he was on the papers. Plus as it means devil in Spanish, he is also a devil to drive sometimes as I’m a tiny person and not used to having a huge spatial awareness and parking him is sometimes a nightmare.
I’ve been on some great adventures with Diablo over the last year. Including the many times I’ve been on rural roads and just had birds stand there, not giving one single care. Reving my engine did nothing, nor hooting. Birds are cocky things sometimes.
But mainly been able to explore parts of Norwich I hadn’t seen in the previous 2 years, and parts of Norfolk I would have never known about.
Overall he’s my life line, and I love him…even if petrol, insurance and tax so far have eaten all my money. But hey that’s adulthood for you isn’t it?
I’ve lately gone off binge watching TV, as I haven’t found any good new shows. However last night I found the difficult decision of Great British Bake Off or 100 year old drivers #firstworldbritshproblems.
So in the end I recorded 100 year old drivers and watched GBBO live, how else can you avoid spoilers?!
For those in the UK who weren’t able to see it here’s the link to it on ITV player. If you do watch it, don’t read below until the end because *spoilers*.
I guess to answer the bigger question, I do think that there should be tests once you reach say 75 and then every so often. But that is not to say that once you reach that age bracket you’re then classed as an unfit driver. The amount of people of all ages who I’ve witness being complete arseholes on the road prove that. Also I disagree with the one guy who said that they could have a stroke or a heart attack behind the wheel – anyone of any age could.
The 99 year old who took his wife to the seaside for a date was so adorable – that’s your definition of true love! Then the guy who was 93 (I think) and had an exercise routine that meant he was fitter than most 20 year olds I know (probably myself included). I was so petrified when the guy got on the motorbike and bombed the first corner. I thought he was going to injure himself, it was so scary to watch.
I was surprised to see so many people of that age driving, I did naively think that once they reached a certain age they’d packed it in. It showed you how empowering driving was to these people, without it to quote one of the people “If I stop driving now I’ll become a vegetarian. I’d vegetate in my own home”. One wouldn’t be able to see their wife in a residential home. Plus you could even go as far to ask if they would still be alive now if they weren’t able to drive and lost a lot of their independence. As driving isn’t just getting from A to B.
Overall it was a really great programme and was actually better than GBBO and its cornucopia of innuendos and food.