Light Me Up, But Drive Slow

Tarmac tripping does often accompany festivals and lights. Amidst the excitement of taking off away from bossy bosses, the road safety chord may be more than just a tad out of key.

Praps there are few tunes we could try spinning while on our lethal tar and miniscule concrete combinations of twists and straights, and downs and ups, since getting there is the idea behind deciding to leave.

It’s that time of the year again when we cracker jackers find joy in light. While the most cherished moments for happy families are annual reunions of up to three generations albeit in vary degrees. Har.

Seatbelts, tyres, coolant, blah, we know. Global Positioning, yes, we might well soon know.

A few theme songs always lighten up the upholstered air, but remember mellow can also pretty gangnam.

Checking out of your four walls and into your four doors, a good brush and some strong, purring
Aiy-eau de Cologne to dust and bust sand and toe jam can be as helpful as a license to pass.

Prayers, thoughts, rain dances, and the like done, remember the joys of gradually stepping on it and easing into your holiday, not immediately setting neighbourhood speed records announcing your departure.

With traffic thinning and smiles defeating forgotten sundries and undies, you are truly on your way now, so do check that all locks are numbed as surely as the brats are not.

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Whether or not you’re saving your gas, or blowing in the con air, anything could dislodge water bottles and other such items numbered, dangerously close to the drive pedals. Far from worst case scenario – A slowing manoeuvre rolls a chilled cola bottle under the brake pedal without you noticing, and the next time you need the brakes they’re not going to stop for you.

Drink plenty of water.
 

Allow the Missus or the Mister to drive for the first couple of hours when experienced enough, if you had an all-nighter at vocation before vacation. Your gangling eighteen-year-old giraffe would have driven his buddies sometime as well, so getting egos involved in an emergency can deter practical mentalities.

Unless your downtime means dashing between metros, halting every two hours is a real way to soak in the earth and rest asphalted eyes. Breaks need to happen off the pitch too, so pull over safely with the hazards displaying your ton tin to passersby.

If your shave was too close, stop or your senses will blunt. And your mother-in-law might shoot.

Time for lunch, and whether it’s a gold spot or dingy dhaba, courtesy usually gets you the best service, food, loos, and local knowhow of scenic offshoot detours to impress yourself and the gang.

Pooches drink plenty of water too.

With dusk falling and the overplayed music getting redundant, it might be a good idea, Sirji, to ‘on the headlights’ and ‘off the John Mayer’. Johnny will still appreciate your flash.

Hopefully you’ve reached before dark, but like a friend once wisely advised, always keep an eye on the left shoulder, in case the guy approaching you insists on being more on with his lights than you can in defence. Blinded By The Lights, Bruce Boss did croon, nay?

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Road running is fun, and like shoes need polish, tyre pressure needs polished care too, lest they fail an emergency elk test, or canine ilk swerve. You could decrease the blow under a hot sun by a few bars. [PSI – Not IN them bars!] Must remember to add back a couple o’ pounds per square inch of rubber if you’re planning on raking in some moon miles as well, or them wheels will turn in tired circles.

Pass the water, please?

Thoughts of safety hacks in blogs and magazines with road conditions and thought applied will provide invaluable insight to the joy that can be motoring safety.

Now the Aria’s in a safe slot, and you must be the tired sort. So don’t worry too much about stinkers or there’ll be distress, not de-stress. Weary feet can be treated with soap and warm water while the Dearie can be treated with a goodnight kiss.

Building on similar notes, the song remains safe.

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