The Intergalactic Highway

It's just that most of teh old, well-known BW fanficcers are at least a year older than me.

*chuckles* Silver, I know exactly what you're talking about. My family lives by that kinda rule. And I honestly haven't been able to drive but that one time . . . the schedule's been ridiculously busy.

And as for V for Vendetta . . . oh man, what a wonderful movie.

RID: in this case, I'm three years your elder. *shrugs*

Excellent, then you have been trained well young protoform

Yes V for Vendetta is the best thing the Wachowski Borthers have put out (it personally blew the Matrix right out of the water for me). Swords, cool masks, awesome CG, Natalie Portman, Hugo Weaving and explosions.. ok LOTS of explosions. Very cool indeed.

I know all about the ridiculously busy lifestyle concept. I spend about an hour at home every day (not including sleep) the rest of the time is racing off to work, running a fencing club, socialising and fighting for truth, justice and the Silver way

Congrats Sinead!

I remember back before I had my license I always thought driving was kind of boring. I thought "Why would I want to know how to drive? I'd rather read or listen to music or something in a vehicle." It's amazing how your perspective changes once you actually start driving.

Oh, word to the wise; burning the tires off by peeling out and doing doughnuts in the parking lot makes parental units unhappy. It appears to have something to do with tires costing money.

Not that I'm speaking from the voice of experience...

>.>



Speaking of which (slightly random), has anybody else looked at racing schools in the U.S.? Just out of curiosity. They're pretty hard to find out in my region. I've only found one so far.

Well speaking of burning tyres (a passtime of which I have been addicted to in the past). When I had my old car, I was down the south coast at my holiday house where there is a convenient open carpark by the sea. Everyone uses it as a burnout pad and why should I have been any different? The tyres begin to squeal and I flick the car around. When we face behind us, there is a white car sitting there. Im briefly shocked because I think its a cop, thankfully it was just some random old guy instead. So we figure, "OK the old guy is going to shake his head and call us idiots." Right? Wrong. He plants his foot down and starts performing a burnout of his own, so here we have an 1983 falcon and a 1990 descendant spinning and burning around each other in a beautiful dance of horsepower, before the old guy breaks off and tears down the street. Much smoke. Much cheering. Much fun. Best random old guy ever.

This is the real voice of experience here:

It's okay to go above the speed limit a little bit, but I do not recommend it. Also, I freaked out whenever I had to drive at night and no matter how many times I had to do it, I hated it. Also, music in the car can be dangerously distracting. Trust it from me, who hit a curb at 45mph because of a very distracting song. My parents were pissed. Paying attention at all times can be very tiring.

However, there is a little fun aspect to it, and that's being able to go wherever you want as long as you have the gas.