Most of the time here I don’t mind not having a car (OK, that’s a lie in hot summer weather or when I want to leave someplace right then; right now!) – but really it would be sort of silly to have one when I can walk to most things I need and the train is efficient in taking me to work. Any little car would spend most of its life sitting in our street – and where I live the extent of a car’s wellbeing on that street might be questionable.
But I really feel that I’m missing out on something here after I’ve had a trip to Oz where I’ve spent time zipping about in a car singing along to silly pop songs!
At Sydney airport, after I’d signed away all the insurance options, the guy handed me the keys and said “it’s a brand new car” …
OMG – the pressure! Each time I left the car unattended I was convinced that I would return to it and find that it had somehow participated in a derby while I was away! This fear caused me to park miles away from everyone else in all car parks and usually with one side protected against a big cement pillar (not that that’s any guarantee against damage as I once reversed out of a space and totally ripped the bumper bar off the front of a car on the corner of a pillar! – LOL I was young!).
When I stayed with the Locksmith son I didn’t park on the potentially dangerous busy street but along the front of their building in a sort of quasi legal lot for the buildings on his block. Every day I managed to park within the same few feet of a sweet spot handy to his building’s entrance. One night I was out when this is what happened:….
“Someone” was looking after me! As you can see it did take down a portion of fence and apparently damaged two cars!