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1/25/2004


The Need for Speed. 

Today I caught myself racing the guy in the next lane on the freeway. This is very unlike me, and I didn't even notice I was doing it, till of course, I glanced at my speedometer and I was going 120KMs. Oops.

I consider myself a fairly safe driver, but if it be known I HATE driving with a passion. If I can I try to make Luke drive me to most places (especially places I am not familiar with) much to his annoyance. And its not like I don't do it because I am lazy or anything, but more because I am a nervous driver and the less I drive the less my stress levels will be. Honestly.

I think it has something to do with an incident that happened to me the 1st day I drove by myself. What happened was: I hit a guy on a bike. Yes you read right, I hit a guy on a bike.

Actually you could say he rode into my bumper and fell off this bike, so I didn't injure him fortunately, he just couldn't break fast enough. It was his attitude that mentally scarred me. When he fell off I immediately pulled over to see if he was okay. He got up brushed himself off and checked his bike, all the while cussing at me. Then he came up to my car and pulled the keys out of the ignition (which was still running BTW...) and THREW them down the street all the while cussing I should learn to drive (which I had obviously did because I had earned my Licence a couple days before...). Then after he had his vent at me he got on his bike and rode off, while I just stood there with my mouth wide open in shock he had actually reached in my running car and THREW my keys away! Grrr..road rage is an evil thing...

I used to have a yellow 'Cat On Board' sign on the back of my car window, and recently its broken off, and I've noticed since its fallen off I've had so many cars driving up my rear end. I'm not even driving slow, but I guess for these guys the speed limit isn't fast enough. Unless you're on your way to the hospital because your partner is having a baby I dont really see a need to.

I think maybe I should put the sign up again - apparently people don't like to pick fights with Cat Ladies.





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