getting somewhere

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In 1991  I  invested in driving lessons,  passed my  test, bought a  Diesel Engine car, and regularly drove the A68    wishing the road, daylight and hope would last forever.

Tracey Chapman sings fast car

getting somewhere
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4 bits of lovely banter on “getting somewhere”

  1. Scarlet writes:

    Blimey, that brings back some memories.
    Sx

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  2. Madame Defarge writes:

    anti spam is ‘the jam’ – which is what I encountered whenever I drove around Edinburgh in the 90s. Ad my tape deck never worked. I hummed a lot.

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  3. :: Wendy :: writes:

    Oh my, Mme D. I used to drive around Edinburgh in the ’90’s, if it was your wing mirror I’m really sorry. W

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  4. Tim writes:

    If we are talking roads let me put on the map the A465, a veritable turbo-charged, GTE-suffixed, environmental limit a-bashing bat-out-of-hell experience of bends, uphills, downhills, roundabouts and death defying overtaking points; that I gallantly experienced in a- something- over-1 litre mini-metro without go-faster stripes, but with go-slower dinks. And no radio, melodic humming was provided by the car at speeds over 40 mph or 30 mph for the uphill stretches. Many years ago journeys home from college seemed to last forever.
    My wing mirrors were good though.
    Tracy Chapman should have sung ‘Slow Car’.

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