Familiar to anyone who used the Whitby to Pickering moors road, or who were mad enough to do the Lyke Wake walk. Bloody things never seemed to get any closer.
^ that is not going to end well, and i know that that car is the real deal. I wish we could just freeze time..
The pleasure of life, for me - apart from the list of things I'll omit because I'm really quite amazingly responsible, when the Tourettes doesn't kick in, fuck shit piss - is understanding everything, except if it turns my stomach. It's obsessive, really, just like motorbikes. So I'm simultaneously pleased - and embarrassed, because it never occurred to me before - to see how it works that, despite uniform cloud cover, it rains heavily for a few minutes, then slackens off or stops completely, then a few minutes later pelts down again.