One Small Step for (Politically Incorrect) Man, One Giant Leap for Me
At the rip old age of 26 I am now a first time car-owner. Oh My Fucking God. Seriously.
To be clear, I haven't driven since that most glorious of days in June 2007 when I eventually passed the heinous test. Unless of course you count a drive on a fairly unsafe, two seater buggy through sugar cane fields in the Caribbean. During which I rear-ended a fellow holiday-maker, and who thankfully did not suffer from whiplash. No, it doesn't count? I thought not.
Again - oh my fucking god.
To be clear, I haven't driven since that most glorious of days in June 2007 when I eventually passed the heinous test. Unless of course you count a drive on a fairly unsafe, two seater buggy through sugar cane fields in the Caribbean. During which I rear-ended a fellow holiday-maker, and who thankfully did not suffer from whiplash. No, it doesn't count? I thought not.
Again - oh my fucking god.


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