"My Life is just like a car crash..."

"My Life is just like a car crash...

My world can never stop spinning..."

- My Life to Live by Lars Frederiksen and The Bastards

On Tuesday morning driving to work, a guy jumped a stop street and T-boned my car as I was turning. AWESOME! Four panel beater visits later and things are not looking good. This guy is gonna pay. I am grateful that I am not hurt, but Oscar took all the brunt and is very, very sore. I LOVE my car. He, yes, he is incredibly sentimental to me. He used to belong to my late Gran. I will do anything to keep him. This is what the bastard did to my car... The unlicensed MotherTrucker!

His car is not that badly damaged!

Take It or Leave It

"If that car was a pudding, I would eat it..."

Paul Els on the Audi R8 V10

Belly Laughing Birthdays

I had one of those "you had to be there" and "it was legend" moments last night. Driving to dinner for my friends birthday. Packed into the back of the car was myself, Caroline (the birthday girl) and five helium-filled "Happy Birthday" balloons. Riding shotgun was Ms Louise and our humble driver for the night, Shahil ("The Token") was at the wheel. Winding along a glistening Witkoppen, Shahil calmly cornered the road into a burst water main gushing gloriously. The water cascaded through the only open window (on Shahil's side) spraying our clothes, faces and of course the balloons. Shocked and a little wet we just laughed. Laughed about laughing. Laughed about how our faces and tummies ached from laughing. Caught up in the hilarity of it all.

!BANG! ... delay, the girls screamed, I laughed. A "Happy Birthday" balloon had exploded in the car. Shocked and a little relieved, we just laughed.

It was legend but I guess you had to be there.

Self-help Robots on The radio

Driving home last night on my route through Sandton, singing my heart out to Foo Fighters - Best of You. Come to a traffic light, and then I'm singing alone, no more Dave. I pause. I concentrate.
"If you choose to implement these empowering life lessons your life will begin to change", my radio says in a robot voice. I laugh. Stunned.
I'm the only one hearing this. My radio is talking to me in a robot voice, and dishing out self-help.
Now I'm a pretty rational (read skeptical) girl. It has to be my radio picking up on someones iPod transmission from their car. I look around at all the cars. Grinning. I must look like a crazy person.
The traffic light goes green. I drive off. Dave returns.
"Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?", I sing.