Secret 15…Deep down, I think I’m a better driver than most people on the planet
Posted under 30 Secrets in 30 Days
I know, I know…EVERYONE thinks they are a good driver. But, really, I am. I read the road, I anticipate, I even know the width of my vehicle. In short, I rock.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
The only person I could ‘possibly’ concede is better than me is my Dad. But then I passed my driving test first time, but he didn’t (despite going on to pass his advanced driving test, the police driving test, the HGV driving test…you get the picture). But then, as we all know, passing your test the first time is a sign of natural driving genius. So perhaps I’m better than my Dad too?
Dad of Spud...quite a good driver..for an old bloke
I’m definitely better than MrSpud who drives at Old Man Slow speed everywhere, and looks out of the window when he gets bored (meanwhile somewhat veering towards oncoming cars). I should probably just do all the driving but then I wouldn’t get to play my favourite sport of ‘Sniping at MrSpud’s Driving’.
He once had a very very expensive ‘little prang’ while in a queue of traffic crawling along at about 2 miles an hour. Apparently he was ‘thinking happy thoughts’ (sic or should that be sick?) and drove in to the car in front of him for no good reason. Naturally, this being MrSpud, who is not the most organised of people, his car insurance had run out without him realising. These days such an event would have me rolling my eyes and shouting ‘Oh HONESTLY you are SO annoying’. But this was right after we first met, and the ‘happy thoughts’ were about me. So I let it go…ah, young love.
Now my parking, I will admit, is less than good. While attempting to parallel park the other day and huffing and puffing and making a right old dog’s dinner of it a little voice pipes up from the back “Mummy, the problem is that you’re not getting it right. You’re not getting the car in the right place. You’re getting it all wrong… AGAIN!” So my 3 year old is already sniping at my driving. He learnt it at his mother’s knee.
I prefer this photo to yesterday’s terrifying bloke called Len shot. Plus, I just noticed, it’s demonstrating three previous secrets: my strange arms, my chunky ankles and wonky teeth. Bonus points!
