Thursday, October 7, 2010
Need a Little Focus?
You know how some people look like their dogs? Or is it that their dogs look like them? I can't remember which came first, the chicken or the egg. Anyway, the theory is the same. Of late with all the construction going on in our city I have noticed that, while driving my Love to work in the morning, there are particular vehicles to avoid during the crush hour.
Ford focus: lack of focus. Sheesh. Ford Escort: needs one because they certainly don't know how to drive on their own! Nissan Altima: ultimately stupid at the rate of a serial killer. Half Ton Trucks: bullies on the road and have landed from out in a field somewhere and have never heard of that thingy called a signal light or the practice of shoulder checking. Cyclists who lollygag in the middle of a driving lane in crush hour. Seriously, are your brains not meant for something more than a pavement puddle?
Now I am forced to practice breathing and driving my own vehicle.
What can I say? It is a good thing I have the reflexes of a cat! Hey, does that mean that I really should be driving a Jag? Frankly, with the idiots on the road in the mornings you would not catch me dead driving a car like that. Way too expensive for the repairs! So I pretend that our little car is a black cat with all the luck in the world and the reflexes to prove it. Stealth is my middle name. And yes, I keep the windows up so no one around me can hear me swear at the idjits on the street. So this is probably the most negative blog I have ever done, but even your favorite twentieth century shaman has to vent now and then.