Humbling Experiences

DebE —  April 24, 2012 — 2 Comments

I was just driving home from work (with a stop to pick up Mr 19mth) and found myself stopped at lights with a rather nice BMW in front of me and a Mercedes Benz behind. I drive a Toyota Caldina. It was rather humbling.

I was put in mind of the time I was on holiday in Hastings (NZ), and came out from an ice cream shop to see the end result of an old Toyota running into the back of a parked Porsche … which just happened to be parked behind an old Ford. Prosche squished. Porsche sandwich. I just hope the guy who caused the accident was insured.




Deb E was born in New Zealand’s North Island, but her parents corrected that within months, moving south to Dunedin and staying there. Childhood nights were spent falling asleep to cover versions of Cliff Richard and the Shadows and other Rock ’n Roll classics played by her father’s band, and days were spent dancing to 45 LPs. Many of her first writing experiences were copying down song lyrics. She graduated to scientific reports when she studied a nematophagus fungus in the Zoology department of the University of Otago, trading all traces of popularity for usefulness… then traded both for fiction. Mum of one human & four fur-babies.

2 responses to Humbling Experiences


    I like driving a beat-up car and swerving at the Porsches and BMWs. It’s fun to watch them skitter away.


      If I had a beat up car I could afford to replace if something went wrong, I could imagine doing that … But I’d skitter just as much in my (beautiful in my eyes, fun to drive) clunker at the moment. Times are too tough to risk it. Plus, despite its many failings, I love my car. I don’t want to replace it unless I can find something that I will feel the same way about. Yes, I do get attached to things. Terrible, really. But, it means I hold onto them. I don’t expect newer to be better. Especially since in cars, manuals seem to be a dying breed. I love driving manual (stick).

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