Motor muses.

A quick walk up the road (the service road where Idah’s Patisserie sits, Christchurch Road, Bournemouth) one morning got my mind brimming with annoyances within about fifty steps.

Not the best time to be blogging I’ll admit, from a tired perspective  – but I thought I’d dig my heels in and type out this poison anyway.

Annoyance#1 – walk past a 4×4 Princessvagen (white 4×4, blonde, massive sunglasses), and aforementioned Princess is sat inside; parked, engine running (diesel)- why?  For heat?  For air-conditioning?  (and if for the latter – just think about what that means – she is filtering her own air, whilst pumping a load of crap into the air of those on foot).

Annoyance#2 – Four steps on and I spot a Nissan Nirvana – pristine, no marks anywhere, especially at the ‘pickup’ end, the cover was clean enough to eat off of, no tow-bar – I got to wondering why the owner had it all?  Of course – it looks a bit like an American pick-up, of course, of course.

Annoyance#3 – the BIGGY – behind the Nirvana sat, well, what I can only describe as a Homage to glass, steel and lighting jazziness.
It was bloody enormous.  It was Range Rover Sport, minimum cost for new one?  About £60,0000.  No tow-bar.
A white van was trying ease itself past said monstrosity as I walked past, it couldn’t do it, the Range Rover was too wide – so both blokes sat inside the trade wagon cab chatting, leering at the female students on the pavement, one chucked his empty coffee cup out of the window.

Choice.   Oh god choice.  Why can’t we buy what we bloody well want Evans?

Well, quite honestly, my first thought was “bloody hell – what do you do with all that SPACE?”  I wasn’t thinking about Costs, or Pollution, or – god in heaven – people’s bloody CHOICE to do what they want.

But then choice is a double-headed banana isn’t it?

In the summer I’m often on or around the Sandbanks ferry area – and here I witness more choice being exercised – on a hot day, in a mile-long ferry queue – the choice to leave your engine on so that the air-conditioning is still working (why the hell did you bother to ‘go out’ at all?) – by god, they’re even starting to do it ON the ferry – a mere 12min run.

(The same thing happens in the winter – Car engines running on the Ferry – to keep the heating on).

So perhaps choice is a responsibility, which, sadly appears to be neglected more and more – as the UK becomes more and more liberal-minded.  Odd that.

Air pollution #1

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Just a thought (air quality/pollution) – as all supermarket home
delivery vehicles run quite light distances, and never far from base before returning – why are not every single one of them electric?

George Monbiot penned a beautifully researched piece << here >> about this.

And further – now the supermarkets have got back into the high street (Tesco express, Sainsburys local etc) we are seeing enormous trucks arrive to re-stock them – how is this progress?  Surely out-of-town distribution points should be where the big trucks go no further, then much smaller electric trucks complete the job?

I mean, are we serious about this or not?

You could go further – Taxis, in other words – those that merely
poodle around town all day – electric – why not?

I guess the time will come, no doubt the death rate isn’t high enough yet.

NEWS !! Italy, Bretagne, East Germany – all now leaving the Euro zone!

I’m usually up around 6am most mornings, and this morning’s rainy Sunday was no exception.  The radio is exceptionally easy on the ear at this time on a Sunday.

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. . . . and next up is the News and papers – so is this where I learn the astonishing news that forms the title of this posting?

No.

It’s the water trickles though the dirt of the van next door.
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It’s the SHAPE isn’t it? 

 

 

 

 

 

“The Gods have spoken to me!”  I thought, and ran away to get Klicky McKlickface . . . (my Camera, no idea – it just seemed funny when I said it the first time).
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Risking the sheer acid spitting hell & fury of a partner who likes to sleep in on Sundays (or any bloody day if she didn’t work), I charge into the bedroom and fire-up Big-Bogey (the PC – I dunno, it just seemed funny at the time), Firefox, Google, and the Maps pages – understandably in that order.

PhotoShop is next: tracing the photo of the van, squeezing the layer across onto a map of europe –
something’s wrong though – it doesn’t fit.
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Germany I know, Italy I know – but there’s a knob – a KNOB sitting out there to the West.
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Bretagne?
Going as well? – unbelievable.

So there you have it.  Incontrovertible proof from the Gods themselves, the new shape of Europe.

You heard it here first.

 

It has started, and we’ll do nothing to stop it

“Rich western countries are now siphoning up the planet’s resources and destroying its ecosystems at an unprecedented rate,” said biologist Paul Ehrlich, of Stanford University in California. “We want to build highways across the Serengeti to get more rare earth minerals for our cellphones. We grab all the fish from the sea, wreck the coral reefs and put carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. We have triggered a major extinction event.

Link for full text here (Guardian)