I am expected to go slow
Because slow is steady
But I often lose my patience
I hate being overtaken by those behind me
I mean at this rate every dumb ass in the world will pass by
waving mockingly at me
It is just not acceptable
Hence, can’t let my speed slip
I cannot negotiate a sharp turn
Before I know, it is there
Always a bit ahead of when I expected it
Or maybe I had completely forgotten about its existence
And am always, always surprised by it
Damn why? What was I thinking!
Needless to say, I hate roundabouts
If I’m so bad at turnings, imagine me pulling off a 360
It scares the daylights out of me
A roundabout, and there are so many of them
They never cease to cross my way eh! Bloody roundabouts!
And I still, still can never decide when to put my brakes
Gawd when will I ever learn! I hope not when its too late..
And I was only talking about my driving. I think.