On Commuting by Landy

Yes, I made it. Eventually. And only slightly shakey on arrival. Mentally making notes all the way of "things to do"...

So here are a couple of observations:

1. Half an hour of turning a key may give one a small thumb-blister. Or at least a sore spot.

2. It takes a while to start and warm up a Landy - or at least this particular Landy. Attempting to close the door will lead to "prairie-dogging" (or "meerkatting" in South African terms) by the neighbours, who are trying to figure out what all the banging is about.

3. The "boiling water trick" may or may not help. Probably doesn't. Will save the boiling water for coffee instead.

4. While starting a Landy, you get to watch the sun rise and the stars fade to the point where lights are no longer required. (And then an hour into work you have to rush out and check that you DID actually switch them off earlier - no pushing that thing!)

5. Don't rush it. The yellow line is your friend! :-) Even if traffic builds up behind you a ways... Leaf springs do, however, transmit every hit of a line marking reflector. Just call them mini speed-bumps.

6. What takes half an hour in the Ford will take an hour in the Landy. So be it.

7. A 6-point turn is required to exit the parking space at home. A 4-point manipulation is required to get into the parking spot at work. Thank goodness for surrounding empty ones...

8. Charl no longer has the oldest car in the parking area. A Landy is HUGE compared to everything around it! It's huge compared to the Freelander that was parked next to it yesterday too. No wonder no-one tried to cut in front of me on the way here, and let me turn where I needed to. :-)

And so on to the working day. The trip home awaits, but a whole lot later.