Metallic Bonding

No. Nothing to do with chemistry.
This post is dedicated to the large silver chunk of metal currently occupying our driveway, otherwise known as the Peugeot.
Of the last thirty-two hours, I have spent about three or so behind the wheel.
Sure, I've driven almost a hundred hours in that car over the last twenty one months.
But I was thinking, today, as I drove down the highway, how much I appreciate this car, despite how awful it is.
I know, I already blogged about it awhile ago.
But this is different.
I forget how, but I did actually have other things to say.
Okay.
For example.
The odometer currently reads...(I think) one hundred and forty eight thousand, six hundred and fifty.. or thereabouts.
This is complete crap of course, and there is possibility that the car has actually travelled two or three times that.
But still. It behaves nicely most of the time, apart from getting a little too warm quite often.
Despite having been driven for twenty three years.
I have to admit I had fun with the roundabouts that are randomly in the middle of (I think..) the South Gippsland Highway, the signs recommend 40km/h, I may have been slightly exceeding that.
However, getting the car back up to 100km/h again is... difficult.
Oh, funny though. I did impress myself today.
Set of lights in Cranbourne, three lanes that merge back to two after the lights.
I was in the middle lane, a few hundred metres from the lights. There was this guy, some P-plater who I'd been behind for AGES, in the left lane. Only like, one other car there. So the lights go green, and I'm like, okay, it's worth a go.
Swing out into the left lane, give it a bit of a kick (almost enough to convince the car not to shift to 2nd, which is a very bad thing), managed to get in front of almost all the cars (most importantly, the slow van with a trailer on it (Y) ) and ended up behind the P-plater again.
In fact, I was behind him all the way until the Monash Freeway turn off. Haha, I reckon he would have thought I was following him. For sure.
I sort of was, but more for fun, to amuse myself.
SO yes. The car had to put up with my game. But I was nice, I swear I kept my eye on the temperature gauge the whole trip... probably spent more time looking at it than I did the speedo, or the road for that matter. Haha.
Nah. It was a good drive though. But very uninteresting, no fun winding roads, just straight, one-hundred-kays-an-hour freeway.
Roadworks though, down to eighty. Sixty for awhile, which was very hard after doing one hundred for such a long time.
But I tell you, eighty is a lovely placid speed to drive at, the car and I both appreciated it a lot I think.
And, also. As we left this morning, Bev remarked that it has a nice purr, and I was so proud. Haha. It does, when it's behaving.

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I LOVE BLOGGER.
My stupid Firefox decided to crash, I think for only the second time EVER.
And I thought I lost my whole post.
BUT NO!
It saves drafts. Haha.
How amazingly useful.


Anyway.. I think I've exhausted most of what I can say about this wagon which seems to have become quite important to me.
Sure, it's not the most important thing in my life, not by a long shot.
But I'd miss it,
If
it
was
gone.

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