My car is gone to hospital

15 01 2008

And I overdid it yesterday, and my ankle is really hurting. And now my car has been taken to the garage on a tow-truck. It’s ridiculous to be so attached to a car. So the farmer will have to look after my horses again. I wonder if I can go on my bike? No, my ankle already hurts, and it is more than an hour on bicycle. I’m going to turn into a fat slob too probably. I’ve already missed the first sword-fighting class over this.

And I’ve re-read the physiotherapists’ mail, about how I’m never going to be allright again if I’m not careful and let my ankle heal. So yesterday I’ve tried riding the Tarq, and it hurt. My ankle is twisted just enough in the stirrups to hurt quite a lot. And it also hurts if I let my legs hang down. And it hurts trying to get off.

And my car is gone. I hope so it’ll be allright.

first post

2 01 2008

Does one need an interesting life to start a blog? I suppose so. And lots of time. At the moment I have lots of time and a boring life. Except new year’s night. That was quite interesting.

Actually very scary.

So here goes:

I spend the evening with a friend in Germany, we wished each other a happy new year, went to have a look at her horses, and at 02.00 am I decided to head back home. Now it was a bit foggy as I arrived, but that was nothing to what I was now driving through. I missed a turn, and was immediately and completely lost!

After some driving around on some really weird roads, I managed to find the Dutch border, after which the roads are a bit neater, and have white stripes at the side. I needed those as the fog grew perceptibly worse.

As I was just slowing down to ”crawling-speed” the radio announced: ” Very bad fog in the north. People are advised not to go out of doors, as the view can be less than one meter. Police, Fire-brigade and other help-services, will not be venturing out except in extreme emergencies”

Great. Just as I was in the middle of Limbo. A car kept following me. Very close. I realised that ìf some idiot would crash into the back of us, they would get hit first. Excellent.

At some spots the fog lightened so much that one could actually see about three metres ahead. At those stretches I made a bit more speed, say 20 km per hour. Definitely irresponsible. With great trouble I managed to get on the highway. I was worried about that, but it was actually a bit better. Not because of less fog, but very good lines to follow. You must imagine that you can’t see the tarmac: everything in front of you is a white haze. So you can’t see the edge of the road, you can’t see the tarmac, but you can see a slightly whiter stripe, as it emerges aside from the beam of your headlights, and just before it disappears behind the side of your car. If you lose sight of it you don’t know what is left or right, up or under!

After some going, the fog lightened a bit and I sometimes went at the mindbogglingly speed of 60 km!

When I reached my hometown the fog got even denser: up to a milky substance. Had to go very slowly again, I had been followed by two cars for a while now, one of them overtook me and completely disappeared. The fog reacted almost as some kind of liquid as it passed me; it swirled as if it was milk poured into water. The only moment I had seen the actual road! The other car behind me disappeared too, I have no idea where. The traffic-lights could only be seen when you moved right underneath. When I write ”see”, I mean there was either a red, or a green glow, up in the white darkness! Two more sets of traffic-lights, and I took a turn to the left to change to the ring-road (luckily I know this place well) I lost sight of the white lines, and had to go very slowly to find something vaguely white again. These are interrupted too, which make it much more difficult to follow them.

As I crawled up the ring-road I was overtaken by a large dark car. I thought: ”What ìs it, that this bozo can see that I can’t?” Seconds later I came upon him, parked squarely on the four-lane ring-road, When I drove past he turned his car in the right direction and followed me. That’s right dude, follow the intelligent female. He kept following me when I drove down the ring-road to my exit, changed his mind, and disappeared. I hope all these disappearing people arrived at their destinations safely.

I managed to put the car somewhere safe, and found my house. On foot you couldn’t see much either. It was around 6 in the morning. Was I glad to be safely back!!!!

Next day some people asked me: did you remember that movie? ”The Fog” ?

No, thank heaven; I didn’t. Read the rest of this entry »