I went to North Devon today

[bunn]

And I wrote a whole long LJ post in my head as I was driving back, but now I am too tired to type it.  It was something along the lines of

- Porsche, perceptions, and why I choose Helga Saab to take me there not Percy the Purple Porsche

- Mazzards : should I get one? Or several?

-  People who say that they are clueless because they are female are very irritating. The 'clue' is not stored on  the Y chromasome. 

- Driving the ghosts of old roads

- Exactly what I want to do to people who tailgate through the 30 zone, are lost as soon as you hit bends, then speed through the next 30 zone to catch up so they can tailgate again. 

- Official Going To Meeting Trousers and average numbers of dogs at a Bunn business meeting. 

Anyway, as I say, I was too tired to type it all out and make it make sense. if you can figure it out from that lot you deserve some sort of award...

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[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Just before I started to learn to drive, I was obsessively playing X-Wing on the computer. In those early lessons, I several times found myself reaching for my laser cannons to blast away the person in front of me. It didn't help that the stormtrooper transports that I spent a lot of my time hunting looked just like white vans. It was quite disappointing to discover that I just had to put up with them.