Driving (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.

I had a quick snoop around this week and again found a post from three years ago. I was still in the early days of the blog, and felt the need to explain aspects of myself. The post below is about driving.

The situation now? Well, it is basically unchanged. I still reckon I could drive an automatic, but, of course, we don’t have one. So I’m kinda in a poverty trap where I don’t want to spend out on another car without any income, and at the same time I will have a better chance of securing this income if I had a car!

I have tried driving the existing car, just to test myself, but that just caused a row.

I used to keep a little basket in the car. If I had anything of mine in the car, it went into this basket. As a result, if I lifted this basket out, the car looked like it just came from the factory.

My wife uses the car as her trashcan. She even has crap stuffed down behind the driver’s seat, so it can no longer be moved forward or back. I’m about 5 inches taller than her, so as a result, when I decided to try driving the car, I could not even move the seat back far enough to get behind the wheel in the first place! And she wondered why I was pissed at her … It’s just one of those arguments that married people have. Every time I mention it, she says: “oh, I’ll just stop driving the car altogether, then”. And I’m, “no, just clean the f’ing thing up!” And guess what happens?

Mister Bump

Believe it or not, until about 5 years ago, I used to own a Porsche 911. It was a beautiful car, in fact I chose my featured image because it shows the same model and colour (although it is actually just a stock photo and mine was a cabriolet). I’d owned this car for years but for the last few I just drove it back and forth to the rail station, about 11km (7-8 mi) away. I had some expensive things go wrong with the car, and coincidentally, wanted to reduce my footprint.

I decided to buy a smaller car. Ideally I’d have liked a Smart car, although at that time my daughter was still living at home, so although the car mostly had an occupancy of just one, on occasion I needed for the car to seat all three of us.

The best car I found was a Toyota…

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