I Really Don’t Like Parking
The drive to work has always been more stressful than the job I was driving too.
When I passed my test I was an arrogant driver and I still am. I’ve made mistakes but I’m still far better at driving than any of you.
My Father may well bring up the issue of parking. But that has nothing to do with the art of driving. It’s just and annoyance at the end of a drive. Something I will always get someone else to do especially if it involves a multi-storey.
My drive to work back in the UK was normally ten minutes door to door. That was only if certain conditions were met. Firstly that every car excluding mine broke down in their driveways and secondly, that every cyclist came down with a bad case of dead. Of course this never happened meaning that of course my drive to work was never 10 minutes.
The longest drive I’ve ever had to or from work has been an hour and a half. And nearly every driver went on my “When Murder Becomes Legal” list.
Sometimes the stress starts before the engine does. I’ve been blocked in my drive, I’ve had a “surprise, good morning!” flat tyre and I once randomly had my car surrounded by traffic cones.
OK, so those may have nothing to do with driving in the UK exclusively. They could happen any where.
When I moved to Ireland a month ago I brought my beloved car with me. It’s still on UK plates and (rather annoyingly) has a digital dashboard in MPH.
For those of you not in the know the speed limits in Ireland are in KPH.
Fun maths games are a permanent delight every road trip. However, now I have installed a conversion device on my dashboard in the shape of a series of post-its. I’m sure the Garda will find it entertaining to see when they pull me over for speeding or indeed, for going too slow.
The drive to work on the other hand is so far removed from that of the one in the UK it’s amazing. It’s a 20 minute drive that takes 20 minutes. The road is hardly a driving challenge but it’s definitely not the stop, start monotony of York.
My fuel economy has gone from a low of 25mpg in York to a fantastic 40mpg here!
I arrive at work with only one worry after the relaxing drive through the country. That is whether or not I can park!
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