The cursed 7th year!

It has been quite some time since my last blog and I wanted to write something about my holidays on Corfu, but then something else came to my mind - or actually I was forced to think about speed limits instead of holiday adventures!


Oh well, it seems that I have finally arrived in my cursed 7th year of having my driving licence. Apart from a minor accident - I have to stress, it was NOT my fault - I had hardly any contact with the police. One police officer stopped me because he thought I looked too young to be allowed to drive. Another time I was the first to arrive after an accident and because one of my friends had spilled some beer on my trousers, the police officer thought I was drunk myself, which I was not!

And now, I finally had a picture of me and my car taken, which will cost me probably 30 Euros!

I am usually not speeding, which is quite impossible with a Ford Fiesta (max. 160 km/h downhill) anyway ... but I was happy because I had no lorry infront of me and I was late and thinking about other things and ... well, the next thing I saw was a red speed camera light - and my speed indicator showed 120 km/h - more or less! It was not one of these stationary ones, so at least I had no warning, but it is embarrassing anyway. So I will end up with a fine and I had to confess to my father, for it is his car and so the letter will end up in his letter box!

But I guess we will all end up with one of these letters once in our life - and I am sure some already have - and my 7th year was just the right time to get one!