30th December 2017
Another early start to drive to Blissford Pool to leave the Jag in Damian’s care. Today he was taking me to pick up the Shogun from Martin.
He decided to use his BMW 750 from the nineties. It has tremendous comfort and power, and a thirst for fuel that should entitle it to immediate enrolment in the Betty Ford clinic.
The navigation system was outdated and redundant, so plotting the journey was a task and a half. Three hours later we pulled up outside tired and exhausted.
I had mentioned to Martin that Damian was interested in the Dodge Ram truck, so he had cleaned and polished it to perfection. Unfortunately, Damian was far more interested in the Hummer they had just bought. I knew instantly that Martin was upset, he went quiet and withdrew into himself. Damian left early, and I stayed behind to de-fuse the situation. I had a bit of experience with his moods, and fighting his self imposed pity, this may seem harsh and unsympathetic but he plays the victim so well, and I have learned to stop feeling guilty about being normal.
The drive back to Barrington was long and boring. It rained the whole time, and I was driven mad by the squeaking of the windscreen wipers. It was weird driving a different vehicle, there was not the same feeling of unlimited power that took you to warp speed in the blink of an eye. The Shogun holds you back, I don’t expect to break any speed limits driving it, which can’t be a bad thing.
Another Lifetime to go 