And I’m not kidding. Even Bossy Bertha the Sat Nav agrees with me.
and for those of you who now have a certain song stuck in your head, here’s the video.
We all have odd superstitions and tendencies, like the way both The Boyfriend and his sister can’t have the TV or car stereo volume on an odd number, it has to be even, but it can’t be 14.
For me it’s palindromes. I drive 100+ miles a day when I’m working and have a superstitious tendency to judge whether the forthcoming day will be ‘good’, or ‘bad’, dependant on if I see the palindromic numbers on my dashboard.
It’s irrational and has no real foundation in truth, other than to repeat something I learnt in the courses I attended for work last year. That’s all about the self-fulfilling prophecy, if you think it will be bad, it will be and vice versa…
Acknowledging this, hasn’t stopped me from looking for the numbers, but it has made me less apprehensive about the day ahead, if I don’t happen to see them whenever I know that they are due to go by. I’m just taking another little step at fighting and letting go of my demons, and learning to deal with the day as it comes instead of pre-conceiving how the day will go before I get there.
What’s your superstition, and how do you let it affect your day?
A little less than two weeks ago I noticed a strange knocking noise coming from the front of my car. Over the course of the first week, when I had no choice but to use it to drive to and from work and had no time to get it into the garage it got increasingly worse.
I have avoided using it since Friday last week as it is booked into the garage this Friday, which was the soonest I could get it in. In the meantime, this morning I risked a trip down to my local tyre fitters as my rear tyres were borderline illegal and needed changing.
I mentioned my issue to a good friend there and got him to drive it into the ‘slot’ for changing tyre so he could gauge the depth of my problem, which he did quite quickly.
With the car up in the air and all the weight off the wheel…. this is what happened.
Turns out, that out of the four bolts that are supposed to hold my wheel on, only one was connected. I’ve driven a thousand miles since those wheels were last taken off and replaced. I think someone is watching over me.
Back at Prescott Speed Hill Climb, home of the Bugatti Owners Club for their annual Life in Blue weekend, where they celebrate all things French (or expensive).
There were new cars….
New cars made to look like old cars….
There were stereotypical people….
And their jobs….
There was fine weather, an atmosphere filled with the smell of racing fuel and burning rubber, and there was a picnic. There were can can dancers, mime artists, street artists and men on stilts. There were accidents, and incidents, beer, shopping and as always much fun. Can’t wait til next year.
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