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Okay I'm not one to say I don't loose my temper at the Great British roads, slow drivers, middle lane hoggers and all, but it's now been nearly 3 weeks since I've been on a proper drive and in that 3 weeks I've maybe done 6 or 7 miles in total to the supermarket and back a few times. All I can say is how much I miss just driving places, or driving for the sake of it, sometimes fast, sometimes slow listening to a bit of music.
I know it's not illegal to go on a drive, but we've all got to be sensible in these times. However more and more I'm longing to get out in the motor and take it for a drive just for the sheer enjoyment of being on the roads. I just fancy brimming the tank and burning through it all on a trip to the coast and back.
Obviously I know many will say just go and drive, but living in East London it's not like I can just zip around the countryside easily from my doorstep, being pulled over is relatively high risk, especially living close to the new Nightingale hospital with police swarming the area.
I can't even wash my car as I need to go back to my folks to borrow their outside tap, so my car just sits there looking pretty, if a rather expensive, garage ornament. So all I can now do is to look at expensive things to buy for my car in full knowledge I won't ever do so when quarantine lifts.
Surely I'm not the only petrol head who is getting this frustrated?
Moaning over, my Mrs doesn't quite understand the frustration, so it's on the internet, sorry!....
I know it's not illegal to go on a drive, but we've all got to be sensible in these times. However more and more I'm longing to get out in the motor and take it for a drive just for the sheer enjoyment of being on the roads. I just fancy brimming the tank and burning through it all on a trip to the coast and back.
Obviously I know many will say just go and drive, but living in East London it's not like I can just zip around the countryside easily from my doorstep, being pulled over is relatively high risk, especially living close to the new Nightingale hospital with police swarming the area.
I can't even wash my car as I need to go back to my folks to borrow their outside tap, so my car just sits there looking pretty, if a rather expensive, garage ornament. So all I can now do is to look at expensive things to buy for my car in full knowledge I won't ever do so when quarantine lifts.
Surely I'm not the only petrol head who is getting this frustrated?
Moaning over, my Mrs doesn't quite understand the frustration, so it's on the internet, sorry!....