I am cursed in this car.
There I am, happily heading home, having made the correct choice in avoiding the DVP today. Along Lakeshore, up Woodbine, a short stretch of O’Connor and east onto St. Clair. I’m kicking GO Transit butt, and starting to warm up to the Accent.
And then ... it all comes to a screeching halt.
I am pulled over for speeding. I’m clocked doing 66 km/h in a 50. Adding to my misery, the Toronto police officer discovers that there’s something improper with the insurance (can somebody look into this, Mark?). The cop knocks it down to 60 in a 50, decides to ignore the faulty insurance (whew!) and I am soon back on the road, with a shiny yellow $40 ticket ($25 for speeding, and $15 in various surcharges) tossed angrily into the back seat.
Yeah, it’s my fault. Yeah, the Accent only does what I make it do. Yeah, I’m an idiot.
But still ...
This car. This Accent. I swear, it does NOT like me.
Suddenly, GO Transit is starting to look pretty good again.