I DON’T suppose for one moment that many will find anything amusing about the tsunami in Japan and what was reported as a melt down of a nuclear power station, but of course the text messages and emails, containing the very un-PC jokes, have done the rounds.
I’ve had a couple. Not funny. But there is always a wave of irony that floats in when disaster strikes. For example, the Japanese car manufacturers are in trouble and the number of cars coming on to the market is certainly reduced.
I know it sounds callous but in a world of saving resources, has anybody really noticed?
Cars will have to wait longer for their pension.
So what? Ronnie Rover was about 17 when I let him retire.
Even then he could still pull Abi the caravan up and down the hills to Buxton. That is because he was a Rover, a name synonymous with the British, who made cars from around 1900.
Probably they go unnoticed, but there are lots of cars ‘of a certain age’ on our roads doing a splendid job of getting us from A to B.
Speaking personally I like to go somewhere more interesting than ‘B’ but that’s just me.
I wonder if they have any nice restaurants at ‘C’. If nobody on the planet made another car for years would the world come to an end? No.
There must be enough cars on the forecourts in Cheshire to keep this county going for years.
Our country has vast car retail parks selling every model from little ‘dinky size two doors’ to massive people carriers.
What I mean is they are not just to carry massive people; oh you know what I mean.
When Charlie and I were in Florida we saw thousands upon thousands of gas guzzling vehicles standing in line waiting to be adopted.
Adoption is quite a good analogy when you consider that keeping a car now is as expensive as keeping a child. And don’t say ‘but a car doesn’t need an education etc.’ Maybe not, but just see how many 4x4’s go to school every day because children have lost the ability to walk.
Is this why we have obesity today with one guzzler taking another guzzler to school?
Today there is an obsession with owning the biggest motor but that is just what it is, an obsession.
I wouldn’t ever think of owning a massive car because I’ve heard it said too many times, ‘the bigger the car a man has, the smaller his accessories’.
Having something big under the bonnet can backfire on a man. Personally I prefer to drive a teeny weenie car if you get my drift.
Unfortunately, I have to put up with Caren the Kia. She is a big drinker but as she now pulls Abi, she deserves a few extra gallons.
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