Maybe he is a great guy.
My driving teacher was an older lady with no time for anyone’s shenanigans. She was a former prison guard and had very strong ideas feelings about racism and race relations that she was not shy in sharing. She told me, very early on, that if she shouted and ripped the wheel from my hands (I’m … Continue reading On Driving Teachers
I have previously written about the psychology of car buying here. As a social experiment, it is fascinating. As a process to sit through, it’s a lot of waiting followed by quite a huge amount of debt for a long time. I’m writing this because, mere months after paying off my last car, I decided … Continue reading On More Thoughts on Buying a Car
I'm not collecting these. Just...keeping them for future reference.
I have a car. I live in Austin, so it really helps, even if I took to driving like a teenage boy takes to soap and water. But, I do have a car. But, maybe about 9 months ago, the manufacturer of my car (who shall remain nameless) sent me a recall notice; my passenger airbag … Continue reading On Meeting a Quiet Englishman
Go on. Try it. I dare you.
Every time I travel, it’s like I’m catching up on what the outside world already knows. On our trip to San Francisco earlier this year, the number of people Lyft-ing and Uber-ing on the curbside outside hotels and restaurants was remarkable – to me. Maybe this is just how the world works for the modern … Continue reading #Illinois2018 – Do You Waze?
I need one of these stickers. Neeeeed.
Americans see distances in a very different way to normal people… They just have so much more to work with. I know this is hardly a startling observation (Hey, have you noticed how big the US is?) but the truth of the cliché hit me hard as we traveled, my delightfully American wife and I, … Continue reading #Illinois2018 – On Road Trips
I’m weeks away from having paid off my car. Blanche is very nearly all mine. It’s taken 5 years but it’s the first car I’ve paid off since coming to this country, and it feels like a milestone of sorts. Another stamp on my Being a Grownup card. Of course, now I'm getting near to … Continue reading On Fords