Although I usually get along in life just fine without being able to drive, this morning I was painfully reminded of the fact I’m a non driver.
Instead of being able to jump behind the wheel of the car and drive to pick a parcel up, which would have taken ten minutes at the most before I was back home again, I’ve just had an hour long walk and now have achy feet. (Waaah.)
Then I got thinking – why SHOULD I learn to drive? It can make you lazy. If I had a car at my disposal, I would have been and gone in ten minutes flat, picked it up and been back home again.
Instead, I’ve been out and about in the fresh air, getting my daily exercise quota and taking in my surroundings instead of zooming by in a car and missing it all.
The leaves have started to turn red and were fluttering to the ground on some of the trees. Would I have seen that stuck in my tin box hurtling along the road?
I can walk to the local shops. If I had a car, I’d probably get in it for what would be a five minute walk. (Yes, I know people who do this.)
OK, fair enough if you have to drive, but if a journey doesn’t necessitate a car, why not walk?!
That’s what my legs are for.