No I’m not white and no my car isn’t that flashy. In fact, I drive a 2002 silver Honda Civic, and I drive fast. I like the feeling that my over-decade-old car can speed past much flashier more modern cars on the highway. My mum keeps reminding me that this is no PS 2 car race game I’m playing; only she remembers it as PQ 5. She’s right though, I played need for speed so long that by the time I could afford a car I really needed that speed. Last Thursday whilst driving through Legon, I had more speed than I needed.
For weeks I drove on that smooth stretch of road behind the ‘Pent’ Hostels at 60MPH and always relished the speed. I don’t know why they decided to (I lie) suddenly build speed ramps at different points on the road. The shocker is how they saw the genius in not mounting any reflectors or signs to warn that there were ramps ahead. It’s like the contractor decided that the ramps could speak for themselves; in whispers to slow boring drivers and in screams to us the PQ 5 guys. Nonsense!
So last Thursday I was cruising at my usual 60 MPH when I noticed a much flashier car ahead moving much slower. My heart started pounding loudly. A flashy car! A flashy car! Something to overtake! So at 60 MPH, I noticed the ramp when I was a meter from it. I hit the brakes harder than Suarez bit the Italian dude, but it was too late. The impact of the sudden ‘rampage’ threw Read More Why I Drive With My AC On, Always!