If I’d thought getting to 50 was a thrill, zooming up a ramp into the sky is a little more so.
Today, after weaving our way through traffic, we joined a dual carriageway, stayed there a moment, and got off.
And then I breathed.
We drove back to the start and did it again.
There is one big difference in joining a road from a ramp to any other road joining, and that’s the position of the cars you need to worry about.
They’re behind you but off to the right, and exactly where you can’t see.
The first time there was this big lorry hiding, the second time there was nothing.
I preferred the second time.
Much less nerve-wracking.
And I had to clean the front and back windows every so often — I had to flick that rod ’til they got wet and wiped.
(Technical terms, not rudeness.)
As usual, I forgot about my left wing mirror.
Well, I didn’t but I forgot to move my head enough to make it look like I was looking at the left wing mirror.
I was using my eyes ’cause they move.