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As it was a warm, almost hot day, we put down the top.
As her back was sore, I drove
Racing (within the speed limit of course) along in an open sports car, on a warm and sunny day is a joy. With the wind blowing through the few strands of hair remaining on my scalp, and the G-forces pulling at the sagging flesh, it was great. It made me feel young again.
Until my beloved mentioned (with a grimace) that the terribly high speed (95 kph on the motorway) was causing her back to spasm, and could I slow down to sensible speeds.
It was a sports car for God's sake, it was supposed to go fast.
But I acquiesced, it was her car, and I didn't want to cause her any pain.
So I slowed down.
DO you have any idea what it feels like to be driving an open topped sports car on a warm sunny day, being overtaken by grannies on pushbikes?
I exaggerate slightly, but not by that much.
Mature Asian ladies, gripping the steering wheel in a death grip were overtaking us in 20 year old Ford Lasers.
Learner drivers in Smart cars were zipping past us.
Dump trucks carrying laden skips were leaving us in their dust.
Even a guy on a horse trotted past.
But my beloved's pain was reduced, so it was worth it. Really.
Two more days of school, then my pain will be reduced.
I think we (the Time Table Committee) are going to set up the form classes and the SSR groups today.
|AND I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE|