Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol - XIV)
Discussion
NotDave said:
Nothing, but equally we all have things we excel at... Mine is driving. I treat it as a passion, an art form and an extension of being. I practice like a musician would the piano or harp.
There are plenty of things I am utter s
te at, so I relish the one thing that I am excellent at.
How do you know you are excellent at driving? There are plenty of things I am utter s
te at, so I relish the one thing that I am excellent at.People do often tell me they are great drivers, and I wonder how they know.
Carthage said:
How do you know you are excellent at driving?
People do often tell me they are great drivers, and I wonder how they know.
Mileage covered, accidents had, cars driven, compliments received, various driving qualifications achieved, various OTJ driving assessments, people compliments. Stints where driven for a living. Passion for cars and driving.People do often tell me they are great drivers, and I wonder how they know.
Whenever I drive anyone, anywhere (barring the OH or my mum - they love to kick me down) there's a theme of compliments.
SomeMinorTrouble said:
Friends went to a party tonight, they didn't invite me.
Went for a drive instead, raining too hard to have fun.
Got work tomorrow, in the boring store, and the day after that.
sigh.
A mate of mine is going through a rough patch ATM and I asked him if he fancied a pint tonight, he said maybe but not feeling very "peoply". Fair enough. He commented on something I put on FB earlier, guess what he's gone out for a pint. Either i've pissed him off or he's being a prick of late. I think it's the latter.Went for a drive instead, raining too hard to have fun.
Got work tomorrow, in the boring store, and the day after that.
sigh.
People.
s.NotDave said:
Carthage said:
How do you know you are excellent at driving?
People do often tell me they are great drivers, and I wonder how they know.
Mileage covered, accidents had, cars driven, compliments received, various driving qualifications achieved, various OTJ driving assessments, people compliments. Stints where driven for a living. Passion for cars and driving.People do often tell me they are great drivers, and I wonder how they know.
Whenever I drive anyone, anywhere (barring the OH or my mum - they love to kick me down) there's a theme of compliments.
Sometimes... just sometimes you notice something extraordinary. -The scything arc of the Peregrine Falcon's dive, the majestic stag, the loping beauty of the Cheese terrier.
There is something magnificent and regal about the fluidity and delicacy of their movement. But then then there's my driving. Quite simply, when I get behind the wheel the world takes notice. I have only mistakenly rammed the car in front up the arse once in 2003 at a junction. I miss gears less than once a month. I spot an overtake opportunity and lean forward, bouncing slightly in my seat in the a manner so masculine, the lady reading the news on the radio comes.
I have been assessed by a range of individuals, Nelson Mandela, Kay Burley, Rod Hull & Emu, amongst others. Each one of them (other than Rod Hull and Emu for some reason) began to clap within seconds of driving down the road.
Driving.
Passion.
I am driving.
I am passion.
I am drivession.
captainzep said:
Me too.
Sometimes... just sometimes you notice something extraordinary. -The scything arc of the Peregrine Falcon's dive, the majestic stag, the loping beauty of the Cheese terrier.
There is something magnificent and regal about the fluidity and delicacy of their movement. But then then there's my driving. Quite simply, when I get behind the wheel the world takes notice. I have only mistakenly rammed the car in front up the arse once in 2003 at a junction. I miss gears less than once a month. I spot an overtake opportunity and lean forward, bouncing slightly in my seat in the a manner so masculine, the lady reading the news on the radio comes.
I have been assessed by a range of individuals, Nelson Mandela, Kay Burley, Rod Hull & Emu, amongst others. Each one of them (other than Rod Hull and Emu for some reason) began to clap within seconds of driving down the road.
Driving.
Passion.
I am driving.
I am passion.
I am drivession.
Sometimes... just sometimes you notice something extraordinary. -The scything arc of the Peregrine Falcon's dive, the majestic stag, the loping beauty of the Cheese terrier.
There is something magnificent and regal about the fluidity and delicacy of their movement. But then then there's my driving. Quite simply, when I get behind the wheel the world takes notice. I have only mistakenly rammed the car in front up the arse once in 2003 at a junction. I miss gears less than once a month. I spot an overtake opportunity and lean forward, bouncing slightly in my seat in the a manner so masculine, the lady reading the news on the radio comes.
I have been assessed by a range of individuals, Nelson Mandela, Kay Burley, Rod Hull & Emu, amongst others. Each one of them (other than Rod Hull and Emu for some reason) began to clap within seconds of driving down the road.
Driving.
Passion.
I am driving.
I am passion.
I am drivession.
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