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[pumpernickle]

Ok

My frustrations grow ever more fervent with each passing day I have to motor along this cavernous sh1t hole of a poor excuse for a road.

Apart from the upward growing stalagtites made up of cement and debris, splattered upon the road by careless imbeciles (workmen), I've noticed a new trend....

A bizarre, uncanny tendency to wind up right behind a 'Petrolina' Oil tanker doing 15 kms per hour, the burly beast having just pulled out of the oil refinery car park and into my face like a fat woman at a Romanian freak show.

Except at least there I can ask for my money back.

In my case, I have to sit there and stew, watching the minutes drip away from my watch like a leaking tap, feeling the invisible tongue that belongs to my boss whip my subconscious as lateness for work beckons.

I'm perspiring by the time I reach the 'Sorrano' car lot, which does about as much trade as a Pig Farmer in Brick Lane, so I tick off the same makes and models of the same cars in the showroom in my head as my car trundles along at its excruciating speed.

Its breaking me down. I feel like James Buster Douglas when he came up against Holyfield, fresh with arrogance and invisibility after his tenth round knockout of iron mike. I'm gone. i cant take it no more.

Why does this stretch of road have to resemble a scene from Grand Theft Auto's Vice City??? endless streams of cars that appear from no-where and disappear into no-where, yet all move at the same 14 km/per hour, almost urging me to pull out the Uzi or score that 20 dollars by shunting them into a ditch.

Mind you, its a race between my sanity and my suspension. If I hit that pot hole (you know which one) once more, my lame excuse for a motor car will have to ski its way to work on its hide.

over and out.

[TonyC]

Ever tried leaving home half an earlier? It usually helps....