I drive a motor car. So does my friend Warren, only in his case it is a light truck.
We both use the public roads and highways, though he uses them more in his employment as a courier driver. We are in company with many other people but have agreed that we see much the same things out there; impatient drivers, foolish risk-takers, and incompetents. We flatter ourselves that while we move amongst them, we are not of them.
In both our cases we are old enough to be cautious without being paralysed with fear. I would not boast of our valour, because most of it is made up of discretion. But we spend our evenings in the comfort of our respective lounge rooms and not in the accident wards or police cells.
I sincerely wish the same felicity to all my readers.
The chiefest feature of what we do on the roads is look suspiciously upon others and leave them alone. The speeders can do so, the barge-in merchants are free to do so, and the fools may stew in their folly.
We recognise that there are things over which we have no control - like heavy traffic blocking a road - and do not disturb our tranquility over it. We do as much as we can to be moral and careful in our own actions on the road - not from a sense of pride but from the recognition that it is likely to lead to better lives for us. It is purely self-interest.
Warren is more saintly than I - he has only a .30 Vickers on a ring mount above his cab. I have fitted the Suzuki Swift with a set of .50's and can pick off a BMW at 200 yards. We have both been looking in the sales for 48 lb rockets, though.
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