Driven Round the Bend
MONSTER shades, giant bags and indicators, all flung on to the scrap heap of whimsical fashion fads past.
Yes, this week it came to my attention that indicating, that quaint little system we once adopted to tell other drivers which way we were turning, has sadly passed out of mode.
I noticed this on the M6 last week on the way to the Lake District.
Teenagers led the way, as they usually do, on this latest permutation of cool. Over the last ten years they deemed that wobbling along on your racer flapping your arm up and down at corners was the very antithesis of hip, and the tradition died out. Now, without being an old-baggish fogey, everywhere I look I can't help noticing the lack of indicating by car drivers old enough to know better.
It scares the Bejesus out of me when a car zips sideways in front of me without a visual 'hiya, just going to pop in that little gap you thought you had as your safe stopping distance. Sorry, an all that'.
What next, not bothering with headlights? Well they do only seem to come in that boring whiteish colour, and really, who can be bothered reaching all that way towards the dashboard?
So now I seem to have turned into the indicator police. If you forget and catch the person in front shaking their head and rolling their eyes, and gesturing irately towards the steering wheel, and probably stalling in all the excitement, that'll be me.
Rant over.
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