Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol - XIV)
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captainzep said:
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.
I think I understand now!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.
I feel the same way about riding my horses...the special spiritual understanding we have as we trot, canter or gallop through the stubble fields, the wind in my hair, the speed, the power, the feeling of flying through the air...
...then the smack in the face when the walnut-brained f
ker spooks at a pigeon and decks me in the mud.Carthage said:
I think I understand now!
I feel the same way about riding my horses...the special spiritual understanding we have as we trot, canter or gallop through the stubble fields, the wind in my hair, the speed, the power, the feeling of flying through the air...
You're nearly there.I feel the same way about riding my horses...the special spiritual understanding we have as we trot, canter or gallop through the stubble fields, the wind in my hair, the speed, the power, the feeling of flying through the air...
How can I explain this better?
...
In 1998, 20 years after the guitar was invented, some guitarians witnessed Dave's and my driving. They say they suddenly felt a sense of clarity, an understanding. Seeing the mastery of the controls, the almost careless caress of the hand on the gearstick, a brush of the sun visor thing in high glare conditions. A journey into the intricacies... the intimacies between man and machine...
-They began to play their guitars like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFufY5CVxMg
Do you see?
captainzep said:
You're nearly there.
How can I explain this better?
...
In 1998, 20 years after the guitar was invented, some guitarians witnessed Dave's and my driving. They say they suddenly felt a sense of clarity, an understanding. Seeing the mastery of the controls, the almost careless caress of the hand on the gearstick, a brush of the sun visor thing in high glare conditions. A journey into the intricacies... the intimacies between man and machine...
-They began to play their guitars like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFufY5CVxMg
Do you see?
You mean that the kinetic beauty of your driving is equivalent to the visual beauty of his sweater/shirt combo?How can I explain this better?
...
In 1998, 20 years after the guitar was invented, some guitarians witnessed Dave's and my driving. They say they suddenly felt a sense of clarity, an understanding. Seeing the mastery of the controls, the almost careless caress of the hand on the gearstick, a brush of the sun visor thing in high glare conditions. A journey into the intricacies... the intimacies between man and machine...
-They began to play their guitars like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFufY5CVxMg
Do you see?
(My audio drivers don't work).
Slink said:
lol
well im going to bed, and im going to let my cat sleep with me, as she isnt long for this world.
im also pretty drunk and have just posted an all platform key for gold keys for the special sactuary chest in borderlands 2 just a few mins ago.
Very little of this makes sense to me. well im going to bed, and im going to let my cat sleep with me, as she isnt long for this world.
im also pretty drunk and have just posted an all platform key for gold keys for the special sactuary chest in borderlands 2 just a few mins ago.
Waugh-terfall said:
I always seem to have trouble inserting my right contact lens, left is fine. Usually have to abandon right, try left and then come back to right. I don't know why this is...
I had terrible trouble getting my contact lenses out last night. Until I remembered that I don't have contact lenses.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.
Familiar story Went for a drive instead, raining too hard to have fun.
Got work tomorrow, in the boring store, and the day after that.
sigh.
Seeing on fassfook that your best mates having a Halloween do/housewarming by other peoples comments
captainzep said:
You're nearly there.
How can I explain this better?
...
In 1998, 20 years after the guitar was invented, some guitarians witnessed Dave's and my driving. They say they suddenly felt a sense of clarity, an understanding. Seeing the mastery of the controls, the almost careless caress of the hand on the gearstick, a brush of the sun visor thing in high glare conditions. A journey into the intricacies... the intimacies between man and machine...
-They began to play their guitars like this: Better version
Do you see?
EFAHow can I explain this better?
...
In 1998, 20 years after the guitar was invented, some guitarians witnessed Dave's and my driving. They say they suddenly felt a sense of clarity, an understanding. Seeing the mastery of the controls, the almost careless caress of the hand on the gearstick, a brush of the sun visor thing in high glare conditions. A journey into the intricacies... the intimacies between man and machine...
-They began to play their guitars like this: Better version
Do you see?
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