Road Race (different post...)

Yes, this is different to my Road Rage post.

This is about Road Race. That strange situation you find yourself in when you realise a race has commenced with a random driver.

It happened to me today.

I was merrily tootling along, singing along to the radio, minding my own business. I had glanced into my rearview mirror and clocked the looming silver KA.

Then I went back to driving. I pulled up at the crossroads, the KA pulled up beside me. It was slightly over the line. Eager beaver, I thought.

I prematurely assumed that the lights were changing and edged forward slightly. The KA did the same. Did the driver not want me to be ahead of her?

I moved slightly forward again. A test. She did the same. This was a race!

We both scrutinised the traffic lights. Who would set off first? Who would be fastest?

Amber.

I pressed my foot to the accelerator. We were off.

We were neck and neck. Both going 40 in a 30mph zone. I watched as she swiftly sped up, clearly clocking up the speed to 50mph.

I couldn't do it. Sorry, no, I wouldn't do it. 40 in a 30 was bad enough, 50 would have just been silly. It wasn't worth the risk for a ridiculous game of 'cat and mouse' with a stranger.

She could win. It was over.

But wait...

I watched as the KA pulled into the left hand lane of the dual-carriageway at the traffic lights, behind two cars.

Big mistake.

I pulled up in the right-hand lane, behind one car, just as the lights were changing to green.

We then went in different directions...

But I was now the victor. This crazy unpredictable race had crowned me the winner.

50mph? Slower and steadier wins the race, Miss KA.


- Loulabella posting from her iPhone