My previous posts have been allowed to imply that I did not like public transport. What is wrong arch. It is a part of people who use them as I do not. Those who do not live. But I withdraw part: it's not better on the road and people are more cordial. Let me explain:
Saturday afternoon. I feel nostalgic and slightly guilty, I did not go see my grandmother for several months now at the center for the elderly where she is now''placed''. And I understand in the background not to be gone, that's not where I am more than happy to go on Earth, a room is too bright, sad, strung with the elderly, where only the sound of the TV and some coughing break the silence. But in brief, on Saturday afternoon I decided, I'm going.
My friend lent me his car, and hop their way to St-Césaire. I leave the parking lot, look left, right, then left again (the lesson my parents taught me child had its effect it seems ...). As I begin to move, a cyclist, Bixi we must say, without a helmet, with grocery bags hanging on the wheel, the pants almost caught in the derailleur, spinning in the wind, rises before me. Of course, reflex, I press the brake and it goes to 5 inches from the front of the car. Why, oh why, cyclists Bixi unconscious, roll up for cons-direction, while the other side of the street is a beautiful bike trail specially designed for you? In short, once again left, right, left, and I go out.
and follows a series of misadventures. I drive slowly on René-Lévesque, direction of the Ville-Marie and I hum an old rock song. I stop at a red light. A white Civic moves to my left,''music''in the carpet. A young, hat on sideways and pants below the buttocks (I guess because it is not visible in a car, but it's obvious) is driving. The left lane is for left turns, is well known. So I do expect that any idiot, once the light turned green, put the throttle and beyond me to go stand in front of me. Result: semi-heart attack on my part. I always ride, handing me my emotions slowly. Champlain Bridge appears in my field of vision. The cars drive fast. Suddenly, the cars stop. I put on the brakes, hoping that the car stops in time, because accidents was not in my agenda for the day. Luck is on my side, the car stopped and no cars behind me I do not fit inside. Traffic jam.
Just my luck. Fortunately, it is neither too hot nor too cold, it's the only positive. So I expect to move forward at a reasonable speed for a long time ... .... gears, gas, brake, gears, gas, brake .... and the radio host that I fall more and more about nerves ... and gears, gas, brake .... An hour and a bit later, the bridge is crossed, I managed to contain my frustration, however, a small vein throbbing at the corner of my eye. That should happen. I roll over a dozen minutes, and, again, cap. No!?! But what have I done wrong to deserve such suffering? Of course not, but I am entitled to ask me anyway! I will cut my story in advance-advance-stop-stop, question not to revive this hard time again.
Twenty minutes later, I resumed my cruise and I said, my output should not be far! Sighted as I am, before I left, I printed a nice little map with Google Map. The only problem is that I've forgotten. Yep, I'm sometimes in the clouds. Rather than dwell on the shoulder, to roll into a ball and cry, I concentrate and try to remember the exit number. I still view this map! The figures run, 86? No ... lower ... 68? Hmm, maybe. I recall that the technology finally exists and I call home to let me dictate the path. Of course my boyfriend does not care about my mouth and once he finished laughing, tells me the way, I note in my hand. (No danger that I forget or I lose my hand somewhere!)
Finally I arrive at my residence and parking. I spent some time with my grandmother, gives my coat and fate. I look at the car, discouraged. Hopefully the return path will go better ...
Let's get a little advice to those who can not drive, be it a bicycle, a car or a flying saucer: stay home! Life is too hard drive! And I'll give at the same time: thus do the same!
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