April 22, 2005

The Best Driver in the World


I get loaned a car every evening and weekend (I know, I know, I'm a lucky bastard). But the car allocation changes every week and as a result, I end up having to reaccomodate to a different driving style every week.

Last week, Congo Girl and I had to share car 26. This is her warning before I even had a chance to put the key in the ignition:
-the 26 has no power steering, so when you are about to make a tight turn, slow the car down and turn the wheel with all your might,
-the 26 is a little bit fickle, it tends to stall a lot. Make sure you really give it gas when your foot comes off the clutch,
-there are two large blind spots on either side of the windows due to the large metal frame blocking the view of incoming traffic.

Trembling, I turn the motor on and set on my merry way. Upon feeling like my spine is about to snap off when I drive on a bump, she adds "oh ya, and there are no shocks".

Surely, this driving practice has to make me the Best Driver in the World?


Victoria said...

Are you reffering to yourself?
'Cause if you are, you just KNOW what Mom and dad are going to say...

Anonymous said...

It's really touching to see such family solidarity :)

007 in Africa said...

and you wonder where my lack of self-confidence stems from?

Congogirl said...

Hey, we didn't veer off into a ditch, or anything!!

007 in Africa said...

Thanks for the burst of optimism Congo girl :)

Anonymous said...

The final test to becoming the best driver in the world is successfully using the Arc de Triomphe roundabout in Paris :)