MY DRIVING ADVENTURES
Getting stopped by a trooper last week led me to think about my driving over the past 50 plus years. I myself think that I am a good driver, but I make other passengers in the car nervous. Therefore, when we drive anywhere, the genius almost always does the driving.
I am somewhat of a competitor on the road. The other day I had made it through Green Hills, a real bottleneck in our end of town, and was heading up the four lane hill on Hillsboro Road just before it narrows to two lanes. I chose to get in the left hand lane for two reasons: 1) that’s the fastest lane, and 2) it was behind a new looking Corvette (a pretty safe bet, I thought). Well, I was wrong about the Corvette --- it was going so slowly I couldn’t believe it! So I began talking to the driver (one of my habits). “OK, did you just drive that baby off the lot? What’s the matter with you? Show me your stuff!”
When I could see that he wasn’t going to go any faster, I pulled over and passed him in the right lane. And then I could see an opening! If I just get past this last car, I will be first on the two lane part. I made it and was able to go the speed limit of 50 mph almost the whole way until I got where I was heading.
Now why would I be so aggressive, and why do I care? I had all day and there was no hurry at all. That’s just the way I drive.
And deliver me from ever becoming one of those little old white-haired ladies who drive cars that look like big boats and go 25 miles an hour in a 40 mile speed zone. I will dye my hair forever to keep that from happening.
There are certain cars to avoid getting behind: the one mentioned above, the vans and SUVs driven by cell phone moms with or without a carload of kids, and big dump trucks that block any view and put out lots of exhaust. Safe bets are the men going through mid-life crises driving little sports cars and showing off for the younger women. (That’s why I was so disappointed in the Corvette --- he must not have been in his crisis yet.)
You would think that with my aggressive driving habits, I would have had plenty of wrecks. Not so, at least in traffic. But, I’ll talk about that tomorrow.
3 comments:
You do realize that by dying your hair, you only negate one of the five characteristics expressed in your post. I have faith that you won't get a gargantuan boat car, and you may be able to match the speed limit, but how do you plan to combat "little" and "old"? I apologize in advance for any resentment this may arouse, but I simply couldn't resist.
Sometimes grandsons can be a little FEISTY, even the oldest one! I guess I'll quit driving when I get "old." And amazingly, I've never thought of 5'4" as little. I guess it's because I am the tallest of my sisters who are 5'0" and 5'2".
Well, what can I say, without your class of 8th graders, someone has to keep you in check or you're liable to get a big head! Plus, I wouldn't be half as fun if I wasn't so feisty. :)
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