Driving

Why is it that we always duck when we're driving and a bird flies a little bit too low? We're inside a car! I'm sure the bird doesn't think 'Well I appreciate the thought, although frankly? A little pointless'.

We always seem to have a different driving attitude when different people are in the car. When mates are in the car, the window's down, elbow's maybe resting nonchalantly on the window, drum and bass playing...well as long as we're going 40-something miles an hour that's still basically 40...

When nan's in the car we sit upright, both hands on the wheel, well we might get to 70. Do you fancy a bit of Strauss? Mozart perhaps?

And yet we basically drive exactly the same.

The only time I'm less fond of driving is in rush hour. You know, the hour (well, let's say between the hours of 8 and 9...no, the hours of most of the morning). That time when traffic is in fact least likely to be rushing. If anything it's at a complete standstill. What a completely misleading title for a time of day!