I fancied to see the developing spring this morning so selected the longer route to work. It truely was spring city Arizona, but once on the road, and pushed very gently by a BMW as I left the village, I got into a driving mood and enjoyed the sweep of linked corners through woodland. Everything kept out of the way. No metal, polymer and ceramic composites put their vulcanised tree spit in my way. The feathery things flew away; the fluffy critters were up the trees and the hairy beast kept their chewing to the verges and heaths; not sunbathing in the road. Squirrels I salute you.
Of course I pay the price; 20% on the fuel consumption of a more reflective commute.
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