Friday, 14 December 2012

Transportation through the years.

  My life was filled with many different forms of cars, ranging from BMW to Fords. This includes the slight pain-in-the-arse old (horrendous) bangers. We - Well my family - were prone to having these cars.
   Surely, everyone has had the torture of sitting in a car that may or may not break down in the middle of the road, It's horrible. If not... keep it that way, don't risk it.
   Today we are down to a small three door Ford - I think.. - and a large, white van. - My mother's partners of course.
   My mother has had her journeys in the van and she was not pleased. Picture it this way: your mother in the passenger seat, sun glasses on, visor down, hair down, scarf covering half of face, large jacket and trying to keep as low as possible, this was to stop her from being seen by people she may or not know. It may seem humorous but if you are going on a rather long journey it may appear quite tedious. Sitting next to her, in the van, is possibly the worst choice anyone might make, especially me.
   My mother's partner is the most relaxed man I have ever met, however his driving may be the opposite, it's quite like going on a go kart and swerving around every corner - so my mother thinks, I just think it's funny because she makes it sound so over-exaggerated.
   Swerving round the corners in this large white truck, mum screaming and insulting his 'horrific driving skills' then his reaction of a 'Woah, woah, woah.' is the most strangest and original thing I've experienced within a car.
   So the opinions of my families choices of cars are very.. uh.. different.
   My mother wouldn't ever want to be in a van, so it appears and well, as for her partner, he is happy to drive anything that has wheels, especially a Mercedes.
   Me? I would want to stick with a yellow and black motorbike. No, I know they are not as safe as cars and more accidents and blah, blah, blah. I just like the thought of riding the bike on my own and not having the complaints of the passenger next to me. The colour scheme? I love yellow and black on a bike, it looks more sleek.. if you know what I mean? No? Obviously, after a few years I would save for a car and lessons.
    Traumas of a 'family drive' can be happy, fun, annoying or just plain rip-your-hair-out stressful, who knows? Well, you know a few of the experiences I've been through whilst on a 'family outing' are your experiences worse?
~ Soph.