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6 July 2012

An anecdote about working hard

Filed under: Reflection — Tags: , , , , — Ben @ 4:44 pm

Two days ago, I went for a little drive up the F3 freeway (a portion, not all of it) and back again. Whenever I want to test a car out, or try something new, I always drive the same route up and back. The distance is about 30km each way.

On the way back, I stopped at a nice pie shop (Pie in the Sky) on the side of the highway. As I was about to get out of my car (an Audi A1), a gentleman in an Audi R8 parks up in front of me. Being somewhat of a car enthusiast, I complemented him on his car.

Me: Nice car.
R8: Thank you. Nice car too.
Me: Thank you!
R8: You know, one day your car could become like mine.
Me: That’s the dream, one day…

You will notice that my car is the blue one behind.

I thought it was cool how Audi’s entry level car and its top-of-the-line were next to each other; a way of showing its wide reach and appeal.

For me though, it is a story which will encourage me to work hard towards what I want to achieve. I can’t wait until the day I have a spare ~$400,000 to splash on a fast car!

2 September 2011

Driving Stories

Filed under: Reflection — Tags: , , , — Ben @ 1:45 pm

Last Wednesday was the first time I drove at 100 km/h legally (the speed limit for green P’s). Now I’ll admit that it’s not terribly exciting, but it did remind me of the first time I drove alone after I got my P’s.

It was in the afternoon, and I was on the train home from university. I needed to get some keys cut at the shopping village in the next suburb, and was deciding whether to get off the train early, or drive a short distance. In my head I squealed in excitement that I would be finally ‘free’ from the constraints of public transport.

When I got in Mum’s car, I was still shaking a little, so a few minutes went by whilst I calmed down. I turned the key, reversed out of the parking spot and set off.

Obviously the drive felt different because there was nobody sitting next to you watching out for things you were doing wrong. At least there wasn’t a testing officer making fail marks on the sore sheet. But I felt compelled to do everything right: indicate before turning, safe distance from others and checking mirrors.

Admittedly, some of those skills have deteriorated since!

I got the keys cut and drove home rather satisfied, knowing that I saved travel time by deciding to conquer the first-time anxiety.

Do you still remember the first time you drove alone?

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