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A little car to bring a smile to the onlooker.
A morning walk around the field behind the house. It is only after the harvest that access is possible via the bare, spray tracks between the stubble. Meanwhile, back on the road: A fat, old driver passed me while clutching a beer bottle to the wheel. He had just made a complete mess of a sharp corner and ended up in the oncoming lane. Nice! I wonder how he drives later in the day?
I was closely brushed by another driver on an empty straight while he clutched a phone to his ear. They say that mobile phone use behind the wheel is dangerous. That it leads to accidents because of a lack of concentration by the driver. What if you look at it from the opposite end of the problem? It is not the mobile phones, per se, which are particularly dangerous.
Rather, it is that special class of retarded fuckwits. Who still insist on mobile phone use, while driving, who are at fault. Sadly we cannot wait for The Annual Darwin Awards to clear the roads of such fuckwits. They have a nasty habit of surviving long enough to breed. Just look around you for absolute proof. Welcome to Dumb and Dumber's World. There is a big sign on the far side of the Moon: "Abandon hope all ye who enter here!"
A combine harvester arrived at lunch time to make more brown dust than the Sahara can mange unaided. There is quite a breeze at the moment. So our whole view from the front windows disappeared in a brown fog. It is snowing chopped vegetation too! The car looks all furry again.
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