Well January is here, and all the rush loads up to and over Christmas, have died down. It is time for a vacation. My wife and I prefer to holiday in either late fall, or dead of winter. As long as the little animals (kids) are still in school, it is much more relaxing for us.

This year we decided to try Barbados, and it was the first week in January that we arrived. We had a young friend from work, along with us. He wanted to meet the lady of his dreams. (Of which he did.)

I had prearranged, for a rental car, a convertible. In my first attempt at right hand driving, I came close to having killed someone.

We had decided to make a trip across to the other side of the island, and get in, a little sight seeing. I thought I was doing quite well with the change over, until I came up to a hill as I was passing another car. Guess what? I pulled out to pass and forgot to pull back in, by instinct; I was on my side of the road. I drove over the top of the hill, and saw that I was heading for a head on collision, where I pulled a hard right into the field. I do not think that there was enough clearance for another coat of paint. It was that close.

The other driver through a sh** fit. He wanted to kill me really bad. He quickly cooled off, after calling me a few well-deserved names.  You know them, the usual truck driver names, @#$%^&*. I guess he may have noticed that I was about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, once I got out of the car. I apologized for my driving stupidity, and he left hurriedly, mumbling something about crazy tourists.

 We had the young fellow with us, and I promptly made him the dedicated driver for the balance of our stay. It is very hard to break a habit after more than a couple million miles on the same side of the road.

If I ever made it to the UK, AUSTRALIA, or JAPAN, --- It will definitely be a chauffer driven trip.

                   William (Diesel Gypsy) Weatherstone.                       RETURN TO STORY MENU