Unlike Chris Rea's song, my journey down to Christmas with the In-laws was a little bit - what's the word - oh yea, terrifying!
Even though I passed back in August and got Blaze - my red '13 plate Fiesta, I still haven't used the dreaded Motorway. I had used a motorway for about 10 minutes on a lesson but it's not really the same as making a two and a half hour drive in winter. Sure the weather was pretty good on the 24th of December this year but, and it's a big but too, it doesn't make the trip any less dangerous than it does.
So, what happened on this trip? How is my Fiesta? Finally, a proper car review can be written - just not today...
The journey is from Nottingham to Cuffley, just north of Enfield of London. The route starts with normal dual carriageways which is a piece of cake for me. Seventy miles-per-hour in my car is so smooth, you don't even know you are doing it. Then it ends with country lanes which, around that area, are a little bit rough - no lights and massively hidden dips - but easy to deal with.
So, the route itself is fairly simple: M1 to M25 then on country roads to the house. Takes no longer than 2.5 hours on a good day with only one Starbucks stop.
How did it go...
Well, it was odd, to be honest. The car itself is great, the Ford Fiesta runs like a dream and feels great underfoot and to be in - I picked well with the second-hand market. Being on the Motorway was a little unnerving, seeing with in half an hour, someone tried to cut me up - almost side swiping me.
It really shook me up but I put it behind me, as I saw the car who nearly K.O'd me stormed away, well over the speed limit. It made me realise that I don't have to be wary of how I drive really - it's how others drive around, I have to watch for. I don't want the brownies and cheese to get smashed up.
Ah, it's okay, I am over it now. We carry on down the Motorway, some traffic works come into view and I can deal with that, not a problem. The M25 is fine as well, people panicked when I told them I was driving on the M25. It's just a round motorway, there was no massive difference. Hey, it's not like we were driving in Birmingham... Now that is HELL!
After we pulled into the garage of Daniel's parents, turned off the key and I sighed. Daniel asked if I was okay, seeing he said I did so well on my first Motorway and M25 journey. I was fine but something just felt off. I knew the journey would be fine and it was, forgetting that little issue between me and the other driver - yet something niggled at the back of my skull.
It was the fact that it was such a long and repetitive process, it felt like I wasn't even there... or real. It's like when you play a video game so much, you sometimes get pulled in so far, you don't know what is real anymore. Sounds daft I know but that is the only way I can describe it.
There is a sort of fear that comes with it too, only before I get into the car, my brain just over thinks things and it just gets to me. After sitting down to think about it, I don't know why I should be scared, there is not a reason why in the world I should be, it's just driving.
Either way, it felt good that now, for once in my life, I have freedom.