This time last year I was in deep depression. Winter was on a heady rampage and refused to vacate her positions. And I suffered in the process. Waking up in the dark, wading through salty slush to the car, driving carefully and cautiously, getting out of it barely warmed up and going to work. Repeat the same in the evening. In short, somehow wait the whole day and lie down. How much more torturous was reading about automobile pleasures, how much more harrowing the bad weather on every day off, how much more eagerly looking forward to the new season and making plans.
And that it went well. I managed to tune my car according to most of the plans. It was also possible to make progress in the modifications and repairs of the other one. Even the torso of the third organ donor began to disappear. I also worked on my driving. Not only did I reach a demonstrable improvement (for example, according to the time needed to pass a certain section), but it also started to feel better. I also followed through on my plan to try some racing at the amateur level. When the new winter asked, I could take stock with satisfaction that last year was not bad.
Well, winter, this year's winter was reminiscent of many things, but not the coldest time of the year. We didn't get much snow here, I didn't have to remove the frost with a new scraper either, so I should actually be happy. True, there was no question of fooling around in the snow, except for one morning with a reluctant four-wheeler. Even the slalom on the snow was not organized in the end. But a short winter means the new season could be longer. So I'm satisfied.
NO! No, no and no. I can't be satisfied because it's a bad year. Due to all kinds of responsibilities, I just don't appreciate that the weather has improved. And when I have an exceptional day off, Saint Peter will change his mind and hide the sunshine somewhere again. So what, the laws of consent are an integral part of life. After all, these situations occur throughout the year. I had that time last year. Last year, when the petrolhead in me had to be forced to sleep almost until April. I just feel like the octane god above is playing pranks on me. It looks like I'll have to reorganize my work and study obligations, I'm not going to let those experiences take away from me. When winter asks me again, I want to sum up this year positively again.
And how does your start of the season look like? Are you doing as you imagined? Already torturing the engines and bothering the brakes? Are you already switching to quiet summer tires and topping up the yellow mixture in the washers? Or you wait carefully to see if the cold monster will return after all. If you have a chance to enjoy a bit of the gasoline madness accompanied by the traditional spring intoxication of the new season, do not hesitate. You could blame it on last year's possible record cold April.
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