It was a day to celebrate the short six year life of his dog Cobber, black part Labrador. He had written some notes and made a long winded but quite good speech as Cobber speaking about his life with his Master. As I said to Firefighting Nephew after the speech, it reminded me of his speech at your 21st birthday. Too long, but actually quite interesting.
Of course visiting any family involves freeway and/or toll road travel. Much as I hate driving in congested inner city traffic, boy, how things can quickly go so wrong at 100 km/h on freeways, with terrible consequences. We were nearly a victim of gross stupidity on a freeway.
R is not a terrific driver and a truly horrible back seat passenger. Think of Hyacinth telling Richard, 'there is someone coming out their front door. Watch out Richard.' Apparently I am the worst driver in the world. Not sure why. My last serious car accident was when I scraped the side of my Humber Super Snipe against the gatepost hinges in 1986.
"Stop", R screamed. No, I am not stopping on a 100 km/h freeway. I will brake appropriately. Five lane freeway and I was in the second inside lane, not a lane I prefer. The car two in front of me decided he, and it would be a he, decided he needed the exit and braked severely to let cars pass on his left and then cross over to the exit, leading to massive braking behind him. I applied the car brakes hard, like I have never really done before, while also watching the rear view mirror to see if someone was going to plough into the back of me.
I can only identify it as a blue car. Should someone have run into the back of me, the blue car driver would not have known and been safely on the exit ramp and I would have been left with the insurance excess of around $500 for car repairs.
I think I may become one of those terrible people who drive at 80 km/h on a 100 km/h freeway. Don't worry, I will stick to the left lane.
Freeways are truly scary and I wonder if justice had been served for Grace's niece.
This is Tradie Brother's shrine to his dog Cobber and photos of some of his captive birds. Missing is Betty the corella and Thelma (sorry Hels) the chicken. I don't really approve now of holding birds captive, but as Hippie Niece said in her FB tribute to her father for his birthday, he has mellowed a lot. The pipe along the top of the fence is to keep possums off. It didn't work so he added barbed wire and that did not work either. He has now bought a fishing license so that he can legally have sling shot. Go figure what part of state government legislation that is! He was not in any state for me to ask why he wanted to shoot a slingshot at possums. He has mellowed, but not quite enough yet for my liking.
Still, it was really nice couple of hours in the freezing cold, but with his half