The long, hot and lovely days of Summer driving

I had driven into the next town from my own to run some errands, and when preparing to return home I thought, what a glorious day this is for a drive in the country. The car was running perfectly, the roads were near deserted and so, instead of driving the thirteen kilometres home I went the long way round.

For the past two years the main road to a town to the West of  us has been closed for improvements. It was opened just before the August vacations, so of course I had to go and investigate what had been done.

There are roads that empty onto main roads that are paved and I've always wondered from where do they come? Time to take a run along those roads and I find that another entrance I have been passing for many years provides the other end of the mystery.

Newspaper headlines have been reporting that the dams are running very low on water. So I took a run up to see for myself. I wish now I didn't do that because they are worryingly low to the extent that I am feeling guilty about giving water to my garden.

It is amazing how quickly Britain imposes a hose pipe ban should there be an absence of rain for some small period of time. Habitually it does not rain in Spain during the Summer but there is no order against me filling my pool.

When doing a run of curiosity  like this I discover a lot of useless information for the time being, but one day I'll have to find someone's house and realise I know exactly where it is.

These are indeed the somewhat hazy, and very lazy days of Summer that will had gone before we know it. Yes, it is hot to the point of being uncomfortable in that it actually stings to be in the full sun. However, it is my favourite time of year in Spain, and when it gets too hot to bear we can always visit friends and family in England.

That will bring our temperatures down considerably and we will be back to reality. Bless you Britain!

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Eugene Carmichael

What a difference a Country makes

For the past two weeks I have been driving on the left side of the road in the U.K. I lived the majority of my life in Bermuda where we drive on the left, so this was no great challenge to me; except that for the past seventeen years I have been living in Spain. Naturally that means I have been driving on the right side of the road. Whenever I visit the U.K. I have the same problem, and it is a real problem because one mistake is usually enough to end my life; and worse I could end someone else's life.

I did make two of those mistakes but became aware immediately without endangering anyone else. However, the major difference I had to get accustomed to was road courtesy. We don't usually practise that form of inter-personal behaviour  here, so the first time someone extended courtesy to me, in the car rental yard I was a little confused. What was he doing? He then waved me on, as to say, "after you." Oh! I remember this. The proper response was to ensure that I indicated "Thank You," and to be sure he got that message.

That was how I grew up in my driving life. British road rage comes from someone extending a courtesy and not being acknowledged. That is so understandable, so I was careful.

We attended a wedding and reception. As usual my wife drove there and I drove us home, being the designated driver. I drank only soft beverages. On the way home we passed a police patrol car that had pulled off the road to observe passing traffic. They were stopped in a well lit area. My car lights were set on automatic so that during the day when we drove into well shaded areas the lights would automatically turn on. The car decided that this night, because the area was so well lit it would turn the lights off just as the police took a look at us.

Sure enough, they came screaming after us. You were driving without lights. Eh? We soon discovered what had happened. At night we should switch the lights to permanently on mode.

This brings up the question of what happens when we are being driven in a autonomously driven car. Why challenge me about what the car was doing. I'm not driving. In fact, I'm drunk!

Where have you come from? A wedding reception. Have you been drinking? My wife said she had, I said I was the designated driver and had no alcohol. The officer said he could not smell any alcohol, so we were free to go.

The thing is that at the reception a glass of wine was poured for me and it sat in front of me all through dinner and tempted me terribly. At one point I actually took a sip, then thought better of it.

Being the designated driver is serious business, with the police being the least of our worries. The roadways are dangerous enough when we're stone cold sober.

It's like I say: What a difference a country makes!

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Eugene Carmichael

Those Charming British Country Lanes

I have a king-sized bed that is wider than those country lanes, which I think are suitable for one-way cycle traffic, but no, they carry two-way traffic consisting of motorcycles and cars, and trucks and busses, and uber-sized tractors.

I don't understand this because on both sides there are acres and acres of wide open land to widen the road and straighten out the curves. If all of the locals were as cautious as I am and drove at 10 miles per hour it wouldn't be so bad, but no, they fly around as though they were on the motorway.

I would  really like to describe my feelings when we came face to face with a massive John Deere tractor, but words will probably fail me. The tractor was emerging onto the lane from the fields and the driver apparently had no intention of stopping. At the last minute he saw us and stopped short. Given that he sits so high up I thought he could see for miles around, but he stopped so close to the car I near had a heart attack.

This seems like such an invitation for trouble that I seriously wonder why, in these modern times the situation has not been corrected?  There is tradition and custom sure, but we are talking about life and death, or at the least injury and property damage. I would have preferred not to have travelled along these paths but you don't get much choice. To get from A to B that's all there is. I'm back home now and I am able to uncurl my toes and relax my ass muscles, but I'll bet I lost several years due to the stress.

The irony is that these lanes exists in some of Britain's most beautiful countryside. It's a shame I couldn't fully enjoy the beauty without feeling certain I was about to die


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Eugene Carmichael

Spain of the Mountains

There is that Spain that consists of the low lands that makes driving so very easy. We still manage to kill ourselves and one another on the roads when often we drive along straight open stretches with perfect visibility.

The people of the low lands are a breed unto ourselves. We take Nature for granted. We seem to think nothing of throwing our trash on the ground, and we have to be encouraged to treat the environment with kindness. Except for those people who make a special effort to walk or cycle, (probably because they have had exposure to the mountains) the rest of us want door-to-door car service. Even those of us who live in the country outside of towns and cities, with grand views of the mountains are spoiled. My wife and I live in what I like to describe as an orange tree forest. As far as the eye can see there are orange trees, interspersed with olive trees, and in the background there are the mountain ranges. Beautiful! We are so lucky, but what we have is just a taster of what the other Spain is like.

To experience the high country we have to go to the Spanish Pyrenees. This is the part of the country that takes us up to approximately 3,355+ metres or 11,007 feet above sea level. At that level the air is very light indeed and the going gets tough. This changes everything. The respect of humans changes to realise that in this district man is not king. We have to conduct ourselves with care and concern for the environment and for our own safety.

Starting with driving, those roads that we are so accustomed to simply disappear. The roads become twisting and winding and narrow. However, we still encounter large busses and mega-trucks. It is bad enough when a small car meets one of those beasts. I have no idea what happens when they meet one another on a bend.

Focus is everything. Keep your focus on the road ahead at all times. If you are having a conversation with a passenger sitting beside you, not for one second can you safely take your eyes off the road ahead to look in his direction. I experienced uphill gradients that are rarely encountered, and of course, on the other side there are downhill hairpin twists and turns on unpaved tracks. If your are moving just a little too fast and you slip and slide, that will likely be the end for you.

Our base was the small town of Broto where our son lives and works as a mountain guide. His idea of going for a hike often means going straight up the side of the mountain. We are suitably impressed by the skills he has trained for and acquired, and his knowledge of the mountain is truly encyclopaedic.

As a city slicker I always thought that a mountain is a mountain and once you have seen one, you've seen them all. However, from afar that may be so, but in reality they each have their own special characteristics. Mountains, including waterfalls and lakes and running rivers all represent some of Mother Nature's finest work. To go into these areas means that we should be prepared to be awed by the natural beauty of the natural world.

Expect the best from nature; take photos and leave only footprints; (make no trash) and take care of yourselves.

This advice is extended to all other city slickers like me. The people of the mountains live like this.

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Eugene Carmichael

Those Hazard Lights

I have this to ask of every car manufacturer: If you are not already doing so, (most of you are not)please consider very carefully placing the button that operates the hazard lights somewhere that we drivers can find it without having to take our eyes away from the situation that is developing and forcing us to stop.

Now, as it is there suddenly develops a situation in front of us that requires us to suddenly stop and to quickly inform the traffic behind us of the danger. We dare not take our focus away from what is happening ahead, but we have to find that damn red triangle button. Most people, I guess react out of  great alarm and we find ourselves scrambling to find the button to activate those four lights.

The past three times I have needed to warn other traffic, in spite of knowing generally where the button is I still failed to locate it on a timely basis without losing my focus. If it is situated on the dashboard to the side of the steering wheel that's no good. If it is placed down on the part near the gear shift, no good because I have to look down. It can't be on the steering wheel because that moves, but perhaps if it were located directly above the steering wheel on the ceiling, or on the dashboard directly in front of the steering wheel I could find it without losing sight of the traffic in front of me.

This is a problem that has existed since motor vehicles were first created. Surely this is one that engineers can design for most efficient usage.

Hope to be able to benefit from more creative thinking on this subject soon.

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Eugene Carmichael

Some encouraging statistics to live by

It seems drivers on Spanish roads have some relatively good news to celebrate. Deaths on our road system suffered the lowest number since records began in 1960. A total of 1,126 people lost their lives during 2015. The total for 1960 was 1,300. However there were only One million vehicles in all of Spain's roads during that year. Now there are 31 million, so had there been no improvement in our roads system, and had not there been any appreciable improvement in driver care and attention the figure would have been 40,300.

But there have been improvements. Things got a lot worse before getting better. The turning point came, not because drivers realised that if we didn't perform better we would lose our lives, but because the government introduced the points system. Suddenly no-one wanted to lose any points, so from that point onwards there has been a steady decline, except for one year when the number has fallen to the present level.

The report does not tell us what the percentage of young drivers in the 18-34age bracket were that died, but presumably it was 43%, or 476; because it was 19% or 211 in the bracket 35-44. The next bracket, 45-54 the result was 16% or 184; and in the top age bracket it was 22% or 255. So it appears that the two worst brackets are the young drivers and the old ones.

The Dgt are now considering putting forward suggestions for placing limitations upon older drivers who naturally lose some of their concentration as they age.

It comes as no surprise that male deaths account for 79%, while a pleasant surprise is that female losses actually declined by 14% over the previous year.

An instructive statistic is that fully 22% of persons who died did so because they were not wearing their seatbelts. There can be no excuse for this. It is a reflex action to simply cross over the belt and click it into it's lock. If we don't do this it has to be believed to be a deliberate choice because you have a death complex. Therefore, if you do die the cause must surely be one of suicide.

Drive safely, and buckle up!

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Eugene Carmichael

Vacation Driving

We have now entered that most dangerous time of year on the roads. Driving for our Vacations. This is when we load up the car with the whole family and head for the hills or the beach. We are trying to leave all thoughts of terrorism behind and hopefully to take our families somewhere safe to relax and enjoy one another.

This is an appeal to common sense drivers, because all too often the driver, who is charged with getting everyone there and back safely, becomes the terrorist himself or herself. If we drink alcohol, or drive after a heavy meal, or allow ourselves to become distracted; and especially is we don't stop when we start to feel drowsy we can inflict more damage on the whole family than any terrorist.

The Number One killer on the road during vacation time is closing our eyes due to tiredness. It can strike at any time of day or night. Long straight roads are boring, and boredom leads to tiredness and you only need to close your eyes once. You will most probably never open them again.

So, stay sober and off any type of thing that may impair your judgement, and above all, stay awake!

Live to vacation again next year.

Good luck!

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Eugene Carmichael

Car Marketing

Why make a car that is capable of reaching speeds of 275 km/h? Where you going to get up to such speeds driving normally?

Why make a car with a sunroof? On a bright and sunny day when you roll back the top you start to bake. After five minutes you no longer can take it so you close it again. Why?

Why make a convertible car where the whole top comes off. When the top is on and the car is parked it is also locked. With the top off,  the car is open to the world, and if it should rain while you are in a building that will be an authentic disaster. Why do we do these things?

It's all about marketing!

We keep talking about how fast the car can go from 0-60. This is important when you are trying to enter the motorway and you need to get ahead of the lorry that is thundering down on you. Then you need acceleration and it's great fun to both the car driver and the trucker to see you get ahead and be reduced to a mere dot on the horizon in 2.5 seconds. However, to do that you have to have a clear road ahead and you will be breaking the speed laws.

Otherwise, the legal limit remains at 120 km/h, so why do we need twice as much capacity? The answer is, we don't. The trouble is that some drivers who have excrement where their brains are supposed to be do try and reach such speeds along roads that are being used by other traffic. These are drivers trying to commit suicide.

The only real use I find for my sunroof is that I can park the car and leave the roof in the flipped up position which allows the heat that would normally build in the car to escape. Other than that, if I want the wind to flow through the car while moving I can simply open the window panes on the doors while staying cool.

There was a time when the idea of the convertible was very attractive. That was before we actually owned such a car and discovered for ourselves all the many problems that come along with driving around with the top down. The idea lost favour to the extent that these days you have to be someone who just wants to be different by owning one. That's fine!

While we are on the subject of marketing it's worth a look at the 4X4 phenomena. I'm willing to bet that 99.999% of all 4X4 vehicles have never been anywhere near such appropriate terrain. Most are such sparkling and delightful cars that we even hate to drive through puddles in the street, let alone the mud of the off-road territory. However, the thing they are best at is giving defense against other lesser machines, especially when carrying children, which is probably why so many mothers on the school run drive them.

Strange then that nothing is said in the marketing for these vehicles about their efficacy in protecting the vulnerable occupants. That would actually be marketing that made good sense. No matter, the mothers figured it out for themselves, which gives new meaning to, "Mother knows Best!"

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Eugene Carmichael

The man without a Brain

This week I suffered at the hands of a man who has excrement where his brain is supposed to be.

We were driving along a three lane one-way system. I was in the middle lane overtaking the car on my right as he was preparing to exit when a car passed me to my left, only to immediately slow down and cut across myself and the car next to me, because he too wanted to use the exit. Both I and the other driver had to touch our brakes because of that jerk.

As I passed him I could see that he was about 45, wearing a white shirt and tie, looking smug and calm as though he had not just done the unforgivable. He knew he wanted to exit the highway, so why did he not simply get in lane to make the move by joining the line of cars that were exiting. No, he had to overtake those cars and undertake a dangerous move that put him a few cars ahead.

Bastard!

He was driving an Audi, and I suppose he holds a post that involves responsibility. On the road he is a complete lunatic, and I think that Karma will catch up with him one day, making him just another statistic. I only hope that he doesn't take someone innocent with him.

When it does happen I will not waste any sympathy on him. The way I felt at the time I would have gladly permanently hastened his exit from the roads.

I should not let people like that get to me. I can only wish for the day when all humans will not have the option to drive.

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Eugene Carmichael

Motoring Clubs

I have been focusing on the unexplained need to form and join a club if you own a car or motorbike. Within the United Kingdom there are thousands of clubs, of which I have been a member of two.

I have been a member of Essex Goldwings Club, and during my time with the club I thoroughly enjoyed trips out when 500 thundering bikes would go on a run. Normally we would have police escorts to manage such a large group, which could have been a lot worse because there a thousands of Goldwing enthusiasts about.

Now, I no longer have the bike, which became too heavy for me. I now drive a Jaguar XJ6 Sovereign which is one of the classics of the Jaguar line. For those people who live within a reasonable radius of their club's head office they have built a complete life-style around their cars. We see them often pictured at a stop for lunch. Everybody always looks so happy.

What is the psychology involved in forming car clubs? In the U.K. there are classic car clubs that involve many brands; and then there are specific brand name clubs where owners celebrate the quality workmanship that has gone into their beloved machine. These machines, whether motorcycles or cars or trucks are the genius of other people, but we find ourselves tenderly caressing them with great pride.  All we have to do is just watch a person when they are cleaning their vehicle and we will see how lovingly and protectively we go about the task at hand.

I often say that we men should treat our women with even a percentage of the tender loving care we reserve for our automobiles and we would be well appreciated. Its as though when we buy a particular brand of car we become a member of that tribe. I certainly think that some Volvo drivers let the side down. They are few in number, and that's a good thing because I expect a certain decorum from my fellow Volvo drivers.

In thinking about this I see that communities build together in many ways. People buy and wear apparel that is made by this or that designer. In doing so we often try to set ourselves apart and above  the ordinary consumer. When I say that I am a member of the Jaguar Enthusiast Club, am I suggesting that I am above the Ford Owners Club of America; or do I feel the next level to reach is that of member of the Maserati Member's Circle?

I'm sure that some of this is inspired, and even funded by commercial interests. After all, group activity drives brand loyalty, and that brings in even more buyers and members, but on the whole it does seem to be a thing in general that we need to belong.

Perhaps I'm overthinking the subject. No-one else seems to be guilty of doing that. They just belong and are happy that they do.

I'll let you know when I enter the Maserati circle.

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Eugene Carmichael

Beware the driver at the red light

The philosophy of anticipation really does pay off when driving. Being focused not only means alert to what the other driver is doing, but also to what he may do unexpectedly. This has saved my bacon on so many occasions that I am really thankful to have learnt this lesson long ago.

At crossroads with traffic lights, there is in addition to the lights a Stop sign on a pole, and a painted stop sign on the road. In case of a failure on the part of the lights, which take precedent over all, except a policeman in charge of directing traffic, then the stop sign on the pole should be adhered to.

Should the lights have failed to work; and in case the stop sign on a pole not be there because somebody knocked it down, then the painted sign on the road is the last authority.

If you sat through the Rules of the Spanish Road you would have learnt that. The problem is that not everybody driving in Spain today took an exam, including those who are driving without a permit. Therefore, at such a junction they may become confused, as did a man who was at the head of the line at a red light. When the light turned to green he moved off, then promptly stopped when he reached the stop sign on the pole.

That sort of thing really makes one clinch one's buttocks because you are just not expecting it. Fortunately, I had to shift into gear when he apparently had an automatic, so he stopped just as I started. I hit my horn hard, followed by a chorus behind me that led him to spin his wheels hard as he took off.

I'm sure this type of thing only happens once in a while, but because no-one expects it the potential for causing a real mess is great. As long as every driver is focused and patient the probability of a crash is lessened, but that depends on every driver doing his bit.

As for the super cautious driver, this is a classic case of causing a problem by being overly cautious.

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Eugene Carmichael

I too, have a dream.

My dream, in comparison to the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King's dream, is downright silly. But I have had this dream for such a long time it gets it gravitas from its longevity.

I like cars. Especially cars that are rare in their appearance on the road. Here in Spain I drive a Jaguar XJ6 Sovereign. This is the classic look of Jaguar, and most times when I take the car out I never see another one. Recently I drove from Valencia to Alicante and back and I was the only Sovereign on the road. Naturally that gets a lot of looks.

My other car is an old Volvo 850 which is becoming nearly extinct on its own. Apart from the fact that I have better uses for the cost of a new car at the moment, the Volvo does my daily heavy lifting without complaint. It is such a well built car, totally reliable and as comfortable as an old slipper. When the time times I will hate to get rid of it; unless I replace it with either a Mercedes S class, or even better, a Maserati.

The thing is that I was idly walking about a secondhand lot recently when I came across a 23 year old all-white Mercedes S class, that had evidently been well taken care of because it looked in showroom condition. It was for sale at 3,000 euros! The fact that it was twenty-three years old is not necessarily a blow against it because that car will go on for another 23 years, but its care and maintenance will be costly. That is a rich man's car, and a man who is that rich wants a new S class. Consequently, it's probably still on the lot: and I'm still dreaming about it.

What I need to do is make a lot of money and then I can take my pick, or perhaps simply have all three cars, Jaguar, Mercedes and Maserati. However, to work hard to earn the money in the first place just to own three top level cars does seem silly in the extreme.

Still, I can dream, can't I?

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Eugene Carmichael

What are they thinking?

Lately I have noticed behaviour by some drivers that had largely been absent for some time. They have not only been acting completely without responsibility , but they seem to be trying to provoke disastrous consequences in the fashion of terrorists of the road. Here are some of the things I have observed lately:

At a major junction along one of the avenues in the city of Valencia with two lanes, which I will call (A) cross (heading north) where about six lanes of traffic (B) line up to filter down into two lanes heading east. It is vital that all northbound traffic be stopped when the east bound traffic begin to move, and of course, vice-versa. One absolute imbecile from the north bound traffic drove straight across all that mass of cars as they began to move. How the biggest pile up of cars and vans was avoided is anyone's guess. That driver should have been stopped and slapped around the ears until he got some sense knocked into his head. Then his car should have been taken from him, forever.

Traffic was stopped at a red light on a very large roundabout. Up comes a white van from behind that skirted around the cars that were stopped only to run the red light and carried on until he had to stop at the next red light as there was no way around. He needed to have been hauled out of the cab and persuaded that such behaviour is not acceptable.

I was driving in the city with my car loaded with children and adults. I needed to make a lane change to the left. I was signalling to traffic behind me. They could have given me the second I needed but no, they were all deliberately speeding up to overtake me. What were they thinking? Had I tried to enforce the change there would have been a crash. Then I would have heard from those same shit for brains idiots that it was my fault.

A car being driven by a driver who was clearly feeling his way turned into a one-way street, ignoring the Do Not Enter sign, and the fact that cars parked on both sides were all facing him. He drove to the end of the block and forced a car entering the street to stop and back up. What was he thinking? He wasn't!

The winners of this contest in stupidity were the three speeding cars that overtook me on a hill where they could not have known if there was traffic coming the other way, or not. Had there been one single car or truck coming towards them I shudder to think what would have happened. That would not have classified as an accident because they must have had an agenda to make as much of a mess as was possible. 

Vehicles that drive themselves will eliminate such human craziness and irresponsibility. Having such wonderful machines to move around in is one of the perks of living in our modern age. The only thing wrong is the human factor.

How sad is that?

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Eugene Carmichael

A disaster just waiting to happen

This is May 14th, 2016.  Yesterday was Friday the 13th, the day when at least one very sick end demented person thought he, or she would set a light to millions of used tyres in an open dump, I suppose to get a thrill.

If authorities do bring that person to justice the first thing that should be done, in my opinion is that he or she should be soundly whipped.

The scene of this crime is just outside the town of Seseña, Toledo, Spain. That is located so close to the capital city of Madrid that the fire can be clearly seen from Madrid. The problem is that we motorists have to change our tyres regularly, and once changed we simply drive off leaving the old tyres with the garage. Apparently, we also leave them with a major problem that gets passed on down along the line where they end up out in the open in the baking sun. There are so many of them and the pile just gets bigger and bigger. Unfortunately, this is a disaster just waiting to happen, either as a result of a lightning  strike, or the dump becomes too much of a temptation for some lunatic.

Clearly no-one has come up with an efficient means of disposal that is kind to the environment. Some tires are re-treaded but that is just putting off the problem until later. As a product a tyre does an essential job, but add fire to it and a potent health hazard is created. This present dump consisted of millions of discarded tyres and that has led to one enormous fire. For that reason more than 9000 people have had to be evacuated and a warning given to those nearby, including the city of Madrid.

Not only will it be poisonous but the smell must be overwhelming. Tyre dump fires are notoriously difficult to knockdown. One of the worst such fires took place at Rhinehart, northern Virginia in America on October 3, 1983. That dump held some seven million tyres and produced a plume of smoke that rose more than 3,000 feet, and spread pollutants over 50 miles downwind. It burned for a full nine months! That is hard to take in. I can't imagine what that would have been like for the neighbours.

To think that this fire was caused deliberately. Not only should the culprit be whipped he should be whipped by all those so horribly affected, one at a time.

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Eugene Carmichael

Cameroon by river and dream

My blog today is a bit surreal because I had a dream sequence last night that was so pleasant that I arose and sat down immediately to relate it before I forgot it. It was one of those dreams that seem to go on forever, and because it was so exciting I stayed in bed long after I intended to arise.

I should explain that I am deeply involved in Cameroon as the treasurer of a small charity that has operated there over the past 17 years. We have been principally concerned with providing high quality education in The Extreme North of the country. I last visited in 2000.

My dream was that I returned with a group to take an expedition to trace the footsteps of the Portuguese explorers who are responsible for the country's name.

In the 15th century those explorers accidentally discovered that the rivers of the country were teeming with shrimp. They called one of the rivers: Rio dos Camaróes, or Shrimp River. This translated to Cameroon river in English, and Cameroun in French. The name has continued unto today.

In my dream I arrived in the country at Douala airport. Douala is located on the Southwest corner and serves as the country's economic capital and its chief seaport. In the market I bought a cored out tree which would be a two-person boat. We then boarded a train that would take us through jungle to the end of the line in the high plateau town of Ngaoundéré located in Adamouwa province. From there we would float downstream through the rivers Ntem, Nyong, Sanaga, and into the Wouri, back to Douala.

Once we entered the river we were totally committed because the rivers run through jungle that is teeming with wildlife, and that included colonies of pygmies who live completely isolated lives. My dream was free from any tragedies, and I could even smell the rivers as I slept.

For many years there has taken place the most extraordinary ritual performed by a man who has befriended a pod of hippos. The man walks out to meet them and takes them food. As gently as can be the hippos receive this food without making the mistake of taking him as well. I can only hope that he survives unto today. In my dream he was at his post as we slipped silently on past, observing this incredible sight.

We had no problem in finding the source of the name of the country as the rivers were all alive with shrimp. However, in real life I am allergic to shell-fish, so this was a case of shrimp, shrimp all around and nothing for me to eat.

When I finally awoke I was surprised and disappointed to find myself in bed. Normally our dreams are not remembered once we awake, but this was just too damn good not to commit to the written word.

This has been special to me as I have the feeling that my ancestors came from this very country, located on the West coast of Africa where a number of slaves were brought across the Atlantic. Maybe the takeaway from this dream is for me to make a return to my ancestral home soon.

When I do that I will record the experience in my blogs, of course.

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Eugene Carmichael

Uber Road Rage

Here in Spain we have recorded one of the worst cases of road rage there is. It seems that a car driven by a Moroccan man clipped a BMW driven by an off-duty police officer. Unfortunately the driver did not stop. He was chased by the officer who eventually caught up with him, and in a fit of rage put five bullets in the man's head.

I heard somewhere that the first two seconds following an incident are critical in determining what your response should be. I learnt that a long time ago and I have used it since and it has served me well.

First I turn to ice. I let all the energy go out from me while I consider even what has happened. Someone does something that is dangerous or stupid, or that causes inconvenience to me, and I turn cold and allow for developments to take place and I respond appropriately towards resolving the problem. No, it's not easy to control my temper, but somehow I manage until after its all over. Then I go off by myself and stump and swear. The other thing that I do which is even more important is to anticipate what people will do.

As a result I find that I am able to avoid a lot of situations that could flare into confrontations. It's amazing how predictable people can be. For instance, let's say that I am  following a car that indicates that it is taking the next exit. I could choose to then increase my speed now that he is out of the way, but I have seen so many drivers have last minute change of mind. They really intend to take the following exit, so what do they do? They re-enter the motorway, and in doing so they would run the risk of colliding with me.

So, I usually hold my speed while keeping an eye on that car for any sign of a change of mind. I also conduct myself in the full knowledge that other people are using the roads and I place my car where is should be before I see the oncoming vehicle. In doing so that avoids last minute emergency movements.

There can be no excuse for killing a person because of a minor incident. The offending driver should have stopped and sorted out the situation, but equally his actions did not merit a death sentence.

Two people's lives irretrievably damaged and lost because neither considered the two-second rule.

What a shame!

Copyright (c) 2016
Eugene Carmichael

The perils of Underground Parking

I drove my Jaguar Sovereign into an underground parking garage and I parked it with some thought in mind, but evidently not nearly enough. My car is a long-wheel base and the garage was one long strip room which was probably fine for short cars, but the problem for long cars is that once you are parked with cars on both sides of you it becomes nearly impossible to leave your space and make the turn to move to the exit.

It took me nearly twenty minutes to get out of my spot with the help of two other people which I fortunately was able to do without scratching the other car or mine.

Next time I will have to be certain that I not only park properly but also that I can get out when other cars come and park next to me.

Something to keep in mind.

Copyright (c) 2016
Eugene Carmichael

Some fascinating road facts

I am a retired Insurance Accountant/Insurance company manager. It will be interesting to bear that in mind.

The Association of motor insurers of Spain deem women to be superior drivers based on the lack of claims. Women are safer drivers because they lack the testosterone in their systems to mix with gasoline that we men are afflicted with. Without that mix they usually have no need to prove how cool they are by doing donuts and they are only rarely found to be speed demons. When a driver is showing off and doing totally stupid things it's because he is trying to impress a woman.

 

So, in spite of all the jokes we men make about women drivers, jokes that are made to cover up our own failings, women turn out to be better drivers than men.

When it comes to the general ratings as to which class of professional driver rates worst and which is best, apparently at the very top of the worst class are we bloody accountants. According to an article I picked up in the Costa News of Spain, in Britain accountants are responsible for about 16,000 claims each year, which is approximately 44 every day. Wow! Why on earth would that be?

I know that we usually carry around in our heads lots of facts and figures, and we're always cross-checking something or the other, but to such an extent that we take our concentration off the road surprises me a lot. For instance, as an accountant I think I am just the opposite. I drive with anticipation of what the other person is likely to do so that I can be ready. It's amazing how right I am, and as a result I have avoided so many crashes because I was ready.

It's hardly likely that accountants drive like lunatics, or on drink or drugs as we accountants tend to be boringly responsible. We are your bankers, (oops!) and insurance company officers, and auditors, and company CEO's and CFO's and billionaires and investment managers, etc.

However, it's important to note that not too far behind accountants are the lawyers who present about 15,000 claims a year. I hope none of you lawyers were laughing at the position we accountants find ourselves in. Amidst the lawyer crowd are to be found the magistrates and judges who would look sternly upon we accountants while pronouncing sentencing for our roles in causing car crashes. They might even tut while declaring how disappointed they are in us.

As if to make matters unnecessarily worse, third in line for these unenviable awards come the doctors. The suggestion is made that they do so badly on the road because they spend all their efforts in doing well in their place of work. These are the very people whom we rely on to redress the wrongs that we do on the road by making whole the people we injure. However, their record on the road is not that enviable either.

The article goes on to say that within the list of worst drivers are also found financial advisors, real estate agents, airline cabin crew and pharmacists. Blimey! This sounds like a case for a major study to determine just what is going on here, especially when we consider that roofers were the group with the best record, followed by farm workers, builders, lorry drivers, cleaners, carpet fitters and butchers.

Definitely there is a pressing need to delve deeply in this mystery. Just leaving things at the statistics stage is not good enough, in spite of the fact that as an accountant I love statistics.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Post Easter driving

Driving at peak times should be avoided as though it were some kind of plague. we have taken a couple of holiday road trips, but we have always left the day before, or very late on the day when everyone starts their journey. That has worked well, leaving us with normal driving conditions. However, on one of those journeys we ended up returning with everyone else. It was not pleasant. In fact, it was really dangerous and super stressful.

This past Easter our son had to leave on the same day as the rest of the country took to the roads because he had a long journey with commitments at his destination. He loaded his car with his things because he was moving, and that gave added weight to the car, as though he was carrying three or four passengers.

He was aware of the need to keep an appropriate distance between his car and the one ahead of him. The problem is that when you try to do that at peak times another car is inserted in that space, so its almost impossible to maintain proper distance.

Traffic was moving along at about 100 kph when suddenly up ahead there was a crash and all traffic came to an abrupt halt. He almost had enough space to stop safely, but not quite enough. He hit the car in front of him once and that car was propelled into the car in front of it. His car was heavy compared to the car he hit. It took three tow trucks to clear the scene but everybody walked away.

When a member of the family is involved in something like that it comes home to everyone. However, in his case there was not drink or drugs or excessive speed involved. If you hit someone from behind you are automatically deemed to be at least negligent for not having kept your distance. He was given a ticket for that, and ironically so was the driver he hit for the same thing for running into the car ahead of him. The proximate cause of their crash was the original one, so those tickets may be annulled.

In my case I had to crawl along with all lanes nose to tail for over three hours, something I will go to extreme measures to avoid in the future, even if I have to stay home.

The moral of the story is to avoid being a part of the problem, no matter what you need to do.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

An Awful Easter on the Road

Easter on the road is not over yet and already thirty-six people have lost their lives. This is already eleven more than last year. When so many vehicles take to the road all at once conventional wisdom says that I should not be one of them. I should either leave home the day before, or I should wait until late in the day after the crowd has passed. When we do decide on a road trip this has been our strategy and it works just fine. The idea is to not have any absolute deadlines so time is not of the essence.

I just don't understand what happens to people's brains during peak times on the road. So many people just seem to disengage from their brains, or they replace their brains with excrement. There are so many reasons why cars are made to crash. One of the most avoidable reasons is driver fatigue. All it takes is for you to close your eyes once and you will probably never open them again. However, all too many times total and absolute stupidity is the cause.

Last night I was driving along a two lane road approaching the top of a rise when four cars came up from behind me when I was travelling at 80kph, the maximum allowed. As we approached the top of the hill we were required to lower our speed to sixty because over the hill there is a junction from our right. During the day often there are heavy goods vehicles entering the main road, either continuing along the lane we were in, or crossing over to proceed in the opposite direction. These are extra long vehicles that take a count of fifteen to cross one lane.

Those four cars overtook me and another car behind me as we neared the top of that hill, having no idea whether a vehicle was approaching in the opposite direction. Had there been a car in that lane there would have resulted a crash that would have involved at least six, and possibly seven vehicles because of the insanity of those four drivers.

If I could have had my way I would have taken all four of those cars and had them destroyed and the permits taken away from the drivers. I would have also given them each a damn good flogging for trying their best to add to the carnage on the road.

There can be no excuse at all for such terminal nonsense like that!

Copyright (c) 2016
Eugene Carmichael

When Calamity comes to Call

Fallas celebrations in Valencia this year drew more than three million people from out of town. They came from near and far and despite some rain it was a great success. Hotels are booked a full year in advance, and some are fully booked even earlier than that. Many young people sleep on the beach, which is not a bad alternative to trying to drive back to their homes at some very early hour of the morning.

A number of young students attending Barcelona universities travelled to Valencia by bus, and they returned on the morning of the 20th leaving Valencia at 3am. Four buses were booked to ferry Erasmus exchange students. Three of the buses arrived safely, the fourth one didn't because it crashed close to its destination and the main speculation why it did is because the driver may have fallen asleep. If that is the case it would be understandable. So many times after the celebrations are all over everyone piles into the car or bus and they all fall asleep, leaving the driver to stay wide awake. This is always very dangerous.

I have no doubt that the drivers were all  responsible and that they tried to get their rest. Where? No-one can sleep during Fallas with the noise level at its highest. For years residents of Valencia city leave during Fallas just to find peace and quiet. The problem with fatigue behind the wheel is that you only need to close your eyes once never to open them again.

Fourteen beautiful young women died in that crash that the driver survived. He was not being irresponsible or reckless. I'm certain that he was doing his best to get his precious cargo home safely. The ramifications of a tragedy like this is so widespread as to collapse the imagination. Of the fourteen who died, two were from Germany, one from Romania, one from Austria, one from France, eight from Italy, and one from Uzbekistan. That means family members from all of those countries had to scramble to get to Barcelona. In addition another 46 students were injured, plus the driver. In total twenty nationalities were on board the bus, so the impact has a very wide reach.

A tragedy is made so much worse when young people's lives are cut short and they don't get to realise their full potential.

At times life seems to be so unfair.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Dangerous driving time

This year Easter has come early. That is welcome, but it has come up against the Fallas celebrations in Valencia and that has caused not just a little confusion.

Fallas is Valencia's biggest fiesta of the year which starts just before the first of March and continues through until March 19th. On this day we celebrate el Dia de San Jose, or Father's Day, and unlike Father's Day in most other countries, which tends to be quiet and sedate, we blow things up and burn things down. The 19th is also the final day of Las Fallas. The monuments have been put in place for five days. More than three million people have come to view close to one thousand monuments and now it's time to close this chapter until next year.

The city shuts about 900 streets making driving practically non-existent. People have to walk everywhere, but then you would want to because there is so much to see. There were, as usual, some masterpieces erected, and by all accounts the fiesta  was a tremendous success.

I deliberately avoided the whole thing. I took a complete rest from Fallas this year. Sometimes I find its refreshing to do that because it does get to seem like a lot of the same thing. However, there were a couple of monuments that I saw in the papers and on television that were exceptional. It all depends on what was happening at and before the time the designers sit down to plan next year's event. There are so many fraud and corruption trials going on, and all manner of things happening on the political scene that I think designers were spoilt for choice.

Many people who live in Valencia leave the city and come to our part of the country to get away from the noise because we will not have our celebrations for the next two weeks. No matter what other reasons are given for Fallas the favourite one is to make as much noise as `possible to chase away the old man of Winter. Since it works without fail every year we keep doing it.

From the driving perspective there were all those people getting out of town at the same time so many more were flooding in. No sooner did Fallas end did Holy Week begin the very next day with Palm Sunday walk. There were preparations for that taking place in the midst of Fallas, and the mass exodus for parts elsewhere to celebrate Easter began. Road traffic numbers swelled to alarming proportions but during the first day no traffic deaths were reported anywhere in Spain. That couldn't last, of course, and by Sunday more than twenty people had died, four of those were motorcyclists and fifteen were students from Barcelona who travelled down to Valencia for Fallas by bus.

It is always a tragedy when people, especially young people die at the very time they are trying to have a good time. We have another week to go before everybody returns, so let us keep our fingers crossed that they do so in safety.

(c) Copyright 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Learn something new everyday.

In my other blog, http://formenseyesonly.blogspot.com I wrote about being older and wiser. As drivers the opportunity to continue to learn our skills is unlimited. Every metre of road has something to teach us. Every roundabout is a lesson to learn. As an old person behind the wheel I would unhesitatingly say that the greatest lesson I have learnt over the years is to always be prepared through anticipation.

My latest lesson came at night as I approached a roundabout with a pedestrian crossing. From my left came two lanes of traffic, one line would turn off to my left, the other would continue on the roundabout. So, there I was, still moving as I approached the junction with my eyes left. I then looked straight ahead as I began to stop, but on my right there was a cluster of people who were watching me, waiting for me to see that they were waiting to cross in front of me.

What a shock! I should have been aware of them first and I should have stopped before I did. They were the last element I took note of, and considering it is not the custom of people in this country to wait to be given their rights, I am very fortunate I did not knock someone down due to my inattention.

So, driving is an on-going class in motion, and the occasional fine is an educational fee. The ground rules are to select the correct speed for the situation we are in, and to avoid any substances that will impair our concentration, and to focus that concentration on the road ahead.

I think I will welcome the day when all traffic is driven by computers, provided the software is of a sufficiently high calibre.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael 

A super crash averted

For this story you will have to use your imagination.

I was driving easterly on a long, undulating straight road when all of a sudden two cars overtook me from behind. The second of those cars decides that he will also overtake the car in front of him, which he proceeds to do.

One of the dips in the road is so pronounced that when cars are down in it they cannot be seen by other traffic, nor can they see other traffic. Suddenly two cars came up from the dip with one of the cars overtaking the other. Now we have four cars, with one each on the wrong side of the road and closing fast. With some fast swerving the over-takers managed to get back on their correct sides by avoiding running headfirst into the cars that were on their correct sides.

It was a very close thing indeed, and I was the observer.

There was one other car far up ahead, and that was a police car carrying a high ranking officer, judging by his medals. I deliberately did not speed up to the point where I would be riding closely behind them, but the two who overtook me were trying their best show they were speeding.

At the far end there is one final rise to get over, but lately I had noticed that there was often a police car stationed to record your speed when you came over the crest of the hill. Whatever speed you were travelling at that time was what would be recorded. However, by that time everybody had slowed down because of the police car in the lead. Shortly after that point there is a four-way junction with traffic lights. When I arrived the were all patiently waiting in line for the lights to go green for us.

So, my question is: "What worth was it to nearly kill people in order to catch up with a senior police officer, and to go through police radar, just to have to wait for the green light along with everybody else?"

This is a classic example of how people get killed due to stupidity on the parts of drivers. Hopefully, cars that drive themselves will be smarter than that!

Copyright 2016

Eugene Carmichael

The coming Cash Crash

We are told that some people are seriously considering making The United States of America the first cash-less society. Should this happen, and I'm not the one who is saying that it will, would it have any impact at all on drivers.

I think the only thing that we regularly pay for in cash are toll charges, but that is because we choose to do so. We can obtain reader buttons where a computer reads our data as we keep moving, or we can pay by ordinary debit card. We presently consider that too much trouble, but if we had to we could do so.

Every thing else we consume along the way can be paid for by card, so the driving community seems to already be cash-less, and it happened almost by stealth.

On this subject it has been predicted that something major might happen on March 15th, 2016 that may lead to the U.S. doing away with cash.

We will just have to wait and see.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Where a driver's life is very difficult

In my other principal blog, http://formenseyesonly.blogspot.com, I have written this week of global warming, but because that is a reality is still doesn't mean that in the upper regions there is no snow. There is plenty of snow, while down at sea level, in some places we see people on the beaches and actually swimming in normal bathing attire. What a wonderful winter this is indeed. It's great to have such delightful warm days, even if the nights turn very cold. If you live in those areas where heavy snowfall is common I think that life must be very hard for you in the winter.

The news media are all too happy to broadcast pictures from such regions of snow that rises up to the roof, thereby blocking doors. You have to shovel your way out the door and down the pathway to your car. Now you have to try and remember where exactly  you left your car, because if you get it wrong you dig out someone's else' car instead.

My worst problem might be the clearing away from the car of frost on the windscreen. I will be inconvenienced the few minutes it takes for that to be completed. By comparison, after digging your way out of the house and finding the car, there is also the problem of just walking around without falling and breaking a part of your body.

I have lived in Canada, both in Toronto and Montreal, and I have visited Halifax in the middle of winter. I found I was so cold there that it was impossible to simply walk along main street without going in one shop to take a little heat before stopping next door to do the same thing. Some cities are built of a downstairs and an upstairs part to accommodate the seasons.

This is to say that I have the greatest respect for the hardiness of people who can adapt themselves to living in very harsh climates. I know that with central heating life indoors can be very comfortable, but you have to come outside sometimes, and that's when the men get seperated from the tourists.

I hope you all appreciate what global warming is doing to make life a little easier for you.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael   

Driving with Love

This is St. Valentine's Day weekend, a time for lovers to renew their love for one another, but also a time for us all to soften our hearts to find love towards one another. We can do it whenever we want to. Usually it takes some kind of crisis to galvanise us into action, but we all have a reservoir of love within us and when it comes flowing out it is a wonderous thing to see.

We didn't have to wait for St. Valentine's Day for an excuse to treat one another with respect and love from behind the driver's wheel. It's really an easy thing to do. We usually call it road courtesy. The British are masters at the practise of courtesy. Some countries, that shall remain nameless, have never heard of the concept. Here's how it works: let's say that we are pulling into a parking bay and we need to square up the car. Another car is coming along but is far enough away to allow us to start the process. All we need is one more second to finish. If the passing car would just stop and let us finish, that would be an act of kindness and affection that will be returned when it is other car's turn to park.

Sometimes two cars are trying to complete the same manoeuvre at the same time. If one driver would simply indicate to the other:  "after you, old boy," that would be a very good  thing to do to add to the day's  pleasent outcome.

There are countless ways in which we can add to other people's experiences. For instance, For years another man and I would pass one another at the same place on our way to work. We evidently left home at the same time, and after a while I tried to time it so that I was in the place at the precise point in time, and there he would be, going in the opposite direction. We would wave a greeting that absolutely made my day. I think it made his as well.

The ultimate in giving love along the road comes from Johnnie Barnes. He is a man in my native Bermuda, who for more than seventy years has been greeting passersby on their way to work. He waves and he reassures us all that he loves us. For this he has become known around the world and a visit to Bermuda without going to see Johnnie to tell him that we love him too, means that your visit is not complete.

You don't need a script, just follow your heart and do an act of random kindness. Your day will be  much brighter, and you will certainly brighten my day.

Happy St. Valentine's Day!

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael  

An accidental misunderstanding

This past week I observed one of the saddest, slow motion accidents narrowly avoided. It is time I remind us to be vigilent for these circumstances.

The setup goes like this: you are waiting at the exit of your estate road to enter into the main road. A car is coming from your left, if you drive in a country that has driving on the right-hand side; or from your right if you drive in the United Kingdom. The car is signalling that he will turn right, which you assume he means that he will turn into the same road you are exiting. There is no other traffic on the road so you move out across his path which you think he will abandon by turning off. No! He means that he will turn right into the next entrance, so by moving out he will most likely smash into the driver's side of your car.

A genuine case of a simple misunderstanding. No one was reckless in this case, but still we now have two cars ready to be written off. All you can do is say, but I thought, etc, and you would be wrong.

What can be done to avoid this happening to you?

We can make it a golden rule that when faced with this set of circumstances we should stand firm and not move untill we are absolutely certain where he is going. We can also stop if there is a car on the roundabout. If we think he is going to go off on the exit before he gets to us, we will be wrong more times than not. That's called Murphy's Law.  

Keep this in mind and you won't go too far wrong.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Take Care of Cyclists

This is a Cautionary Tale, as it always is when talking about cars and cycles, but especially so this week as the news reported to us about something that went horribly wrong during the week. It seems that the driver of a 4X4 collided with a pack of cyclists and sent them all to hospital.

The Costa Levante News reported that a collision took place between a car and the Dutch-based Giant-Alpecin international racing team of six cyclists while they were out on a practice run. Two were so seriously injured that they required Medi-Vac by helicopter, and one had one of his fingers ripped off.

This is a staggering blow to the team's chances of competing in the coming summer of events that are scheduled.

This must serve as a reminder to us all that cycle racing is a keen sport in Spain, and cyclist groups can be seen any day of the week in training. They have as much right to their patch of the road as do we in our cars. When encountering such groups, to overtake them is a very tricky thing to do, and often takes patience until you see you have a clear opportunity to overtake them all as one group.

I think the very worst thing that could happen would be to start to overtake a long cluster of bikes, only to be confronted by oncoming traffic. What do you do? You cannot pull back in to the right because there are cyclists there. You are faced with another car, or truck coming right at you and you are in their lane. You had better hope there is a place to pull off the road to the left, thereby allowing the oncoming traffic to pass safely. After you finish peeing yourself you can get back on the road, and this time when you pass the cyclists take care to get it right.

The news article ended with the comment that the driver of this major mess who seems to have entered into the lane of the cyclists will appear in court to find out whether she will be charged with dangerous driving.

You think?

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael 

Old Car Problems

Old cars are like we old people. We develop the strangest problems the older we get, and when we are taken to someone who might be able to help us, we refuse the show symptoms. Why is that? We are left standing there looking like liars. Fortunately, experienced mechanics see it happen all the time. It's a joke for them.

This past week my aging Volvo developed the strangest problem. At speeds of less than 100 klm/h all went well. The minute I got up to 100 the most awful, very loud noise would start. Originally, it scared the beejesus out of me, and anyone in the car with me. The mechanic had never been presented with such a problem before, and when he removed panels expecting to find something or the other hanging loose he found everything to appear absolutely normal.

To find the solution was through a process of determining what would vibrate if it was not fully anchored and removing that piece and changing the seal. So it was that they came to the windscreen. They took the panel out, reglued it and replaced it. After that dried they took the car out for a drive at 120 klm/h and it was as silent as it could be. Found it!

Which was just as well as the glue had started to lose its adhesion. Eventually the windscreen would have simply popped out and would have gone with the wind.

So, the moral of the story is that materials lose their strength as they get old. Glue, rubber, leather, cloth, plastic are all suspect, just as their equal objects in people are also prone to breakdown.

It's all a part of the great cycle of life.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael 

This car doesn't make coffee, but it does everything else

Jaguar has released a new Big Cat for 2016, The F-Pace. I am focusing on it because I am absolutely astonished by the technology that has gone into this saloon. Firstly, I have to say that I do not like the design, but that is because I am a classic design Jaguar fan. I own an XJ6 Sovereign, so I am from that age. Jaguar has chosen, wisely, to ignore me. Otherwise they would never move forward.

I cannot include everything that should be included in my description of this car because it simply is too much for a column, Fundamentally, you buy this car and drive it, and the car then learns your drving style and molds itself to you. It's more of a pet (Jaguar) than a car. The electronic powered steering adjusts itself to you, whether you are smooth in your movements, or if you are a person who jerks the wheel about.

Are you a family driver who takes it easy and safe, or perhaps you think you're a Formula One wannabe. Click the switch to racing mode and she'll respond ever so sharply, even when zipping aroud sharp bends. Under those circumstances the car will take over, applying just as much brakes as needed and even slowing the offside or driverside wheels to maintain control. It does those things of its own accord.

The driver has the option of wearing the key as a wrist band and operating the boot door with a simple tap to open and close hydralically.

There's more!

One minute the sun is shining and the next the rain comes down in buckets. The driver doesn't have to lift a finger because the car will recognize that road conditions have become dangerous and it will adjust to maintain safe driving. While driving, if your concentration slips and you start drifting in your lane, the car will warn you. Should you not pay it any attention the car will take over and keep you in your proper lane.

One of the most serious things a driver can do is to fall asleep while at the wheel. The F-Pace is perfectly aware of this, so if you start to doze the car will first sound an alarm, and that will be followed by the steering wheel shaking you awake.

This car is super intelligent. The information/entertainment system is second to none, and it also recognizes road signs. Should you select the option it can keep you always within the speed limit. When you get to your destination just sit back and let the car park itself. Finally, when it's time to drive away and you have to back out into traffic, your car will keep you safe and sound.

And there's probably more, but you really have to meet this Cat to see for yourself. I'm just so impressed. The only reason I can think of as to why they still let the driver do some driving is because we have to do something.

Remember, I don't really like this car. Wow!

Copyright 2016

Eugene Carmichael 

The Classics

On a nice and warm, but windy Sunday, December 10th, 2016, Dolorosas 2016 presented "Encuentro y Exposición de Vehiculos Clasicos", in the central park of L'Eliana, Valencia. I went to attend this event, however, I got one important fact wrong. I thought they were going to be static from 9am until 6pm. Looking back, I have no idea where I got that thought, even though the publicity was in Spanish.

When I arrived in L'Eliana the police were leading a great and impressive parade of  seemingly, an unending sight of truly old cars, motorcycles, pedal cycles and mopeds. There were Seats and Fiats, some dating back to the 50's. There were Citroens, very old Fords, including Mustangs; VWs, Chevrolets, camper vans, both by Chevrolet and Volkswagen, and some cars that I just did not recognize what they were.

There was also a concentration of old motorcycles and mopeds, including one motorcycle with sidecar that was evidently in perfect condition. As you looked at the interior of the cars, it was also clear that the owners had spent a lot of time and money in restoring them to showroom like condition.

This club is apparently not for people with budget restrictions on how much they can spend on showering love on their vehicle. I have a twenty-two year old XJ6 Jaguar Sovereign. The car's age makes it a classic, and it is a lovely car. It is also true that I do pamper it, but only to a certain extent. When it starts to get over the line I will move on. That means I am not a true motorhead. I do enjoy the classics, but a car is really only intended as transport, at least for me, it is.

At the show ground, when I arrived there were a few vehicles left, most notably a row of six BSA 500s. Wow! Did this bring back memories as it was while riding one such motorcycle, with my girlfriend at the time did we first enter Spain at San Sebastian. That bike was fantastic to us and I have never forgotten the experience. One of the bikes on show was a BSA 1948 model that had been lovingly restored, and was for sale at the princely sum of 5,500 euros. Someone will buy it.!

I am always fascinated by the degree to which both men and women will go to, in effect take great pride in the craftsmenship of others. I think that Jaguar is the greatest marque of all, however, when it comes to my everyday car, Volvo tops the bill. That is because Volvo is made to cope with the very tough winters of Sweden, and I have found it to be totally reliable.

So, I waited at the showgrounds for the calvacade to complete its round the town loop and to return. It never did. What I was observing was the police leading everyone out of town so that they could go home for lunch. Oh well!

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael 

Celebrating Midnight for a Different Reason

At midnight on December 31st, around the world it is traditional for people to get really animated in celebrating the arrival of a new year. This is because the new arrival brings hope with it. Hope that our problems will be resolved and prosperity will blow in the wind. This is a great leap of faith because the facts are that no-one knows what the future 365 days will bring.

The past year has been good to my family and myself. We did not lose a family member during the year. That was definately worth celebrating. My financial situation is about the same as it was a year ago. I could wish for improvement, but in contrast to a lot of families I have a lot to be thankful for. We found that the flu virus came into our house like a monster and we had the greatest difficulty in getting rid of it. After five weeks it finally decided to leave us alone.

At this time of year we usually take stock of what the year meant to us drivers. Last year it was reported that the number of persons who lost their lives on the road actually rose, after a long period of decreasing statistics. During the Summer months the news was not good. It pains me that some people just don't learn the easy way, they have to make the same old deadly mistakes. In doing so, if they lose their lives, then so be it, but all too often they take others with them.  

I usually don't make resolutions for the new year, except when it comes to driving. I resolve not to drink alcohol or drive under the influence of anything that might impair my judgement. I keep this committment 100% without problems.

We are yet to receive the official results for 2015, but in the meantime I wish all members of the motoring public the best for 2016. May you enjoy a safe year of driving so that like me, your celebrations at midnight can be all about having survived another year on the roads.

Copyright (c) 2016

Eugene Carmichael

Volkswagen! The big story of 2015

As the year closes, and as we look back over 2015, the biggest automotive story without a doubt is Volkswagen because such a shining brand name showed us that even they are not beyond doing something deliberate and deceptive. I once owned a Scirroco, which was my pride and joy. You might have thought that I built it myself, so proud was I. The company built the Beetle in what was Nazi Germany at the time, and the whole world were crazy for this simple and reliable car.

Germany has worked hard to earn its reputation for fine engineering. Germany is the country that gave the world, among other brands, Mercedes Benz and Audi, and of course Volkswagen.

The good thing about the VW scandal is that the company has admitted that it "screwed up." It is now working to correct the wrong in a very public manner. Many people have chosen to sue the company, probably on the grounds that what they were sold and bought was superior performance and gas-per-kilometre which will be taken away when the fix goes in, which it must otherwise the vehicle will not pass the true emmissions test.

Volkswagen should have declared bankruptcy to simply protect itself, especially from the outcome of so many lawsuits. However, having a scandal is bad enough, the only thing that is worse is the stain of bankruptcy. I think that the company is making a huge bet, based on the fact that they do make such excellent vehicles, that the public will continue to buy their gasoline engines to such an extent that they will be able to survive in the end. It's not that Volkswagen are too big to fail, they are simply too good, so the public will continue to support them. In reality what VW did was not designed to directly harm the client. They provided a vehicle that gave wonderful performance for excellent gas mileage which made the owners happy. The harm they allegedly caused is through the environment, and from that standpoint so many of our products that we love cause harm to the

world around us, either is the production or the use.

Volkswagen is a wonderful company with products that are in demand. The shame and embarrassment that people suffered when the bad news broke by driving around showing the VW badge seems to have abated. VW will fix the problems and it will survive.

Good luck to them!

Copyright (c) 2015

Eugene Carmichael 

Driving over Christmas and the New Year

From the position of travel along the motorways, driving over the coming holidays is about as dangerous a proposition as there is, because it mixes family with alcohol in a moving platform towards almost certain extinction. I wish it were not so, especially as to lose a family member at this time of the year is a pain that can never lessen with time. Every Christmas or New Year's celebrations, while everybody else is having a good time, the subject family has to relive the tragedy all over again.

For all drivers an  especially heavy burden is placed upon our shoulders when driving the family, at a time when everyone else are allowed to drink and eat to excess, we have to remain sober, and to eat lightly so as to stay alert when behind the wheel.

If we can look back at the conclusion of the season and our family remain safe, that is more than enough reward and satisfaction that we did our part in keeping them safe and sound. Irresponsability on our part can lead to harming our own family, and also to bringing harm to others.

As we set out with our families to visit other family members and friends, let us keep uppermost in our minds that we are the driver designate and it is our responsability to get us there and back safely.

I wish readers a Happy and Safe holiday period, and Safe Driving throughout 2016, combined with the very best of good Health!

Eugene Carmichael

Copyright (c) 2015

Moral choices for the Driverless car

Someone brought up certain problems that they thought would come along with the driverless car. Most had to do with matters concering the routing of getting from one place to another. The question that caught my attention has to do with moral, ethical or value driven decisions we make as drivers all the time.

With real quality engineering I accept that the car could be capable of making better choices than a human. That, of course is the very basis of the concept of taking the control from humans.

One of the hard choices that humans make is to avoid swerving around an animal that might lead to a head-on crash with an oncoming car occupied with a family. Would the driverless car (the d.r) simply recognize the animal as a living creature but the other car as something inanimate, thereby ignoring its cargo?

Could the d.r. recognize the lesser of two evils if it was presented with such a choice. It might indeed be better to run over one person than a group. How would it know the difference? Could it decide to run into the old man, who is at the end of his life,  rather than to run into the child whose life is in its ascendency.

I have never had to make any of the decisions outlined above, but I have had many decisions to make that have avoided accidents. These are decisions that come from anticipation. One of the most outstanding that I have never forgotten was the time when I drove up from behind a mother and her daughter. We were in a one way street. The mother was peddling her bike on ahead of her very young daughter. She had crossed the road from left side to right side and was completely ignoring her daughter. My decision was to hang back until the daughter followed suit. Sure enough, the daughter made her move without looking to see if it were safe, at about the time I would have been overtaking her. A calamity was avoided because of my decision to be cautious.

With so many cyclists using our roads we humans need a lot of help in making better decisions for overtaking whole groups of bikers.

The d.r. will automatically eliminate a lot of stupid, but deadly human errors, but others may be created. Only time, and a lot of thought will tell.

Copyright (c) 2015  Eugene Carmichael

A One in a Trillion Chance

I am always aware of the law of physics that holds that when entering an unpaved parking area that is laden with chunky stones, there is always the possibilty that a stone will be pinched by the wheel of a car and launched in my direction. Such a missive becomes  similar to a speeding bullet that is capable of causing severe damage to property, and debilitating damage to tissue, and even death to persons and animals.

I had never actually seen a stone moved by a car, but, on Saturday it did happen to me under circumstances so perfect that I estimate the incident to be One Trillion to One.

I had left my car parked in such a car park as described above and drove off with my wife in her car. When we came back my car was the only one left. My wife drove alongside it, and as she backed away her tyre touched a sizeable stone precisely correctly. Too close to the centre of the stone and nothing happens. Not enough grip and the stone simply slides away. Just enough grip, and provided the stone in firmly set on the ground and the rock is launched with the force and speed of a large size bullet.

This stone was launched toward my car at an upward angle. It struck the wrap around rubber bumper of my Volvo. Had it struck the steel body it would have caved it in, as though it had been struck by another vehicle.  Had the hit been flat on, the bounce back would have hit her car, caving in part of the bodywork. As it happened, the rock struck at an angle that caused the bounce back to deposit the rock in the sand next to my foot. Had I been standing in the way of the original trajectory my leg would have been broken.

I equate that with the possibility of a piece of space rock falling to earth and landing next to me.

I saved the rock because I think it a sign that this year I will finally win the Lottery.

Stay tuned!

Copyright (c) 2015  Eugene Carmichael

You, Me. and the Helicopter Police

The helicopter police patrol is simply amazing. I say that begrudginly because these guys can do a lot of harm to drivers because of what they see, and because of how efficient they are at catching us when we least expect it.

They are overhead, and because we are driving with the windows up and the aircon on, and the music system pumping, we don't hear them. It never occurs to us to look up, until it's too late. By then, using very powerful cameras they can come right into our cars and see who is wearing our seatbelts; how much faster than the speed limit we are breezing along; they can see that we are texting while at the wheel; they can see if we are eating; and were we having a little oral sex while cruising along?

Once in a while they run some examples from their overhead surveillance on the evening news. They do blur the person's image, but the guilty person knows that was him. Busted!

If you are speeding they come up from behind you, so if you ever get to see them at all it's too late. I honestly do try to be legal most times when I'm behind the wheel but there are times when I step out of line. So often there's a policemen right there. I have been very lucky as my infractions have not been anything serious.  

The thing to bear in mind is that their ability to see who is driving and what you are doing in detail is highly effective. They are more efficient than any of the other traffic patrols so we would do well to remember that those guys always get their man, or woman.

Look up!

Copyright (c9 2015  Eugene Carmichael

Technology finally caught up with the Times

It had to happen, sooner or later. Technology has caught up with the all important testing of vehicles to determine that they are roadworthy. I think we probably all know somebody who has pushed the limit by continuing to drive after the due date for testing of their vehicle. A shortage of money is usually the reason, but that could also mean that the vehicle has also missed its needed maintenance appointment at the garage. Such a vehicle could be an advancing menance to other road users.

I have to admit that I need to keep my car in practical condition otherwise, when spotted by an officer it will be his duty to remove the car immediately from the road. That may mean a long walk home for me.

In my own country there are electronic readers that read a decal on the windscreen to determine whether yours is a vehicle that is still running past its renewal date. If so, it issues an automatic fine, everytime you pass it! Obviously it makes sense not to let that happen as it will be a whole lot cheaper to get the car passed, or leave it home.

The new method of recording if you are legal will only apply to new cars from the middle of November, 2015. In the fullness of time all vehicles will be controlled in this manner, but in the meantime the old system will operate with the new. Already I don't need to carry my insurance certificate with me, as that information is on-line afftecting everybody. The only thing remaining are the road tax certificates, and it is just a very small step to bring this online.

Welcome to the 21st century, everybody!

Copyright (c) 2015  Eugene Carmichael

What's wrong with us Drivers?

Here in Spain the Departamento General de Trafico sent out an advisory to the public warning that a sustained campaign against driving offences would be conducted along secondary roads over a set period from the 19th October to the 25th October.

It was well publicised, so no-one has any excuse if they were trapped in one of the checks. Half a million checks were made, and 27,370 drivers were reported for a variety of offences. We knew the police would be there, so why on earth did 16,564 drivers still insist on speeding, some by as much as 20 kilometres over the limit?

By now, clicking the seatbelt in place before even starting the car could be expected to be the norm, but no, there are those people who don't think it necessary, even many while transporting children. In fact, 1,349 people were reported for this offence, and another 57 people insisted on riding without wearing a crash helmet. Both of these "offences" will likely result in the death of the offender in the case of a crash. To die because we deliberately ignored these simple safety steps is to die from stupidity. There is no other way I can think of to put it.

Driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs is a subject on its own. It appalls me that people who belong to  special car clubs or motorcycle clubs will meet up for rides or club tours, and when they get to the restaurant or bar of their destination, the wine or beer flows like water. When damages occur to their vehicles because of drunkeness, everybody stands around with mouths wide open, appearing to be in shock. I did belong to one such club but after seeing what was expected of me, I took my polite leave.

Finally, a category of offence that is on the rise is driving without due care and attention. If you said that is because of using smart phones to text while driving, you would be right. I know that the people who do these things surely are aware of the danger of taking one's eyes off the road to text. I refuse to accept that anyone could claim ignorance, but they still do it. These are people who are otherwise intelligent, but they are so addicted to their phones that to seperate them for as long as it takes to complete a journey is just too much.

In spite of flaws that may be possibly inherent in cars that drive themselves using Artifical Intelligence, stupidity or addicition are not likely to be a part of the programme.

Can't wait!

Copyright (c) 2015  Eugene Carmichael 

Help from the Spanish Departmento General de Trafico in English

Spain is a magnet that attracts people of all nationalities, especially those from the northern climes who suffer from a lack of sun and warmth. Consequently there are people living here who speak all sorts of languages, far too many for the government to be expected to translate it laws and rules into.

Previously if you needed to obtain a driving license you had to study for it in Spanish. Then came a major step forward that translated the tests into English, and Arabic and one or two others.

This still left a number of drivers cruising around without really knowing what they were doing. We get traffic tickets and we have to go and find someone who can tell us what we did wrong. The fact is that Spain's economy has been greatly helped by its expatriate population, so to take steps to assist us foreigners in integrating is greatly apprecieted, but also very smart.

The latest move is by visiting the website, www.dgt.es/es/ we can find information in English regarding what to do if you receive a traffic ticket; how to appeal a ticket, and (presumably after you lose your appeal) how to pay the ticket, and when.

You are also told how to identify an offending driver, if that driver is not the owner.

This is an important point. A driver caused me to break my leg, then drove off. I did get the number, but on the day we ended up in court the owner, a short man, came to court and said he had never seen me before, but the driver of the car was a tall man. The owner had to confess that he did allow this man to drive the car, so on the basis of that and my identification I won my case.

Driving in Spain gets to be more complex every day, so especially if you are a foreigner you need all the help you can get.

Copyright (c) 2015  Eugene Carmichael