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| transport issues |
Once I dreamt that I took my car on an adventure with a friend and ended up trashing it and then tossing it somewhere in the tip. I woke up from that dream and walked outside where I usually park my car and found that it had been moved, and freaked out.
Today, as I was about to set out for my usual tutoring lessons, I realised my car was missing. On the front yard parked my dad's car and bro's car and a truck. Mine was gone. And I knew exactly where it would be.
My younger brother just passed his P's.
Back in the days when I first got mine, I would plead and plead my brother to lend me his car seeing that that was the only functional car at that time. Nine out of ten times he would refuse, either because he was going to use it, and other times, simply 'cause. I couldn't argue with him, seeing that he is afterall a very big guy who could finish me with his fist alone. These days, things are different.
My younger brother can take my car without letting me know - even when I need it for work. I figure it's just not worth even bringing it up to him as an issue because in the end, he will still take it no matter. And because now that that's the case, I have every excuse to cruise around with my Dad's BMW. Sweet.
I'm half a year off getting my full license, and touch wood, I have had no accidents so far. Near misses, or near hits as some may say, but nothing major. As you become familiar with the wheel, I figure most of us also becoming increasingly dangerous and wreckless road users. In line with that thought, it seems that the law should keep an eye out for those just coming off their P plates, rather than those just getting on board. Or even target the elderly drivers who steer the wheel like it is their shopping jeeps at a whole 40km/h in 60km/h zones - slow doesn't mean they don't pose a risk to other road users, in fact, stats show that they are just as risky as P platers. |
posted by sciurine @ 10:54 PM   |
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