I am beginning to learn to love driving. For instance, on Saturday night, late, it was beautiful driving home with the sun still apparently in the sky somewhere; the gear changes were perfect, the traffic was negligible, and the fact that the radio wasn't working left me with some blesséd silence.
However, driving today was not so fun. I have a morbid fear of hill starts; this is because (A) I don't have that much practice (yet), (
I learnt in a forgiving diesel car and now drive an unforgiving petrol car (and, trust me, there's a whole whack of difference there) and (C) I'm, just, so, lucky.
For instance, there's nothing better for feeling like a cretin than being stuck in a dip underneath a railway bridge, having a mild panic because hill starts aren't working like I'd want them, with, for some reason, Loco in Acapulco blaring out the stereo, as someone at work kindly 'donated' some of their unused tape collection to me (and my first choice, "Me and my CB", wasn't working). Really, there isn't.
Still...
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