At first I thought I was having a funny turn then I realised it was the speed camera. It turned out I'd been doing 36 in a 30 mph zone and my reward was four hours in a room with other offenders taking a speed awareness course.
Now I know how to tell what the speed limit is on any stretch of road, the difference between speed signs outlined in red (mandatory) and any other colour (advisory), and the benefits of commentary driving aka talking aloud to oneself.
But the highlight of my afternoon came when the trainer asked what the lines down the middle of the road are for. One suggestion, to keep traffic on different sides, was acknowledged as being a secondary reason but did anyone know the main reason? As no-one else seemed to know I said, 'More paint more danger?'
'Well done, Liz! That's excellent.'
I'm still preening.
At the end of the course we had to complete an activity: What are you going to do differently? (Concentrate, allow more time etc.) The final question was, 'whose help will you need?' Apparently the correct answer is no-one's; you have to do it yourself. After that I didn't feel I could shout out the answer I'd written, 'God's.' I honestly can't imagine how else I'm going to change the habits of a lifetime and stop being late.
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We should probably all take one of these periodically .
Here twelve year-olds do a cycling version and I can't help thinking there should be a pensioners equivalent as I teeter round corners, endangering all and sundry . Perhaps the older one is the more one overthinks the problem ?
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