The
traffic edged slowly along but out car stood still, my dad didn’t believe in
moving unless he had to so edging forward 5 metres before applying the breaks
again was not his modus operandi. So we
sat stationary in the inferno of a car while the impatient buggers behind us
sounded their horns.
‘You
won’t get there any quicker by beeping,’ my dad said matter of factly. He was right of course but one they couldn't hear him and two they wouldn't have seen his logic if they could.
The sun shone through the windscreen making
the car feel like a greenhouse, the windows were rolled down but the air was
moving slower than the traffic.
Everyone
was panting like dogs and craning their necks to see if they could see what was
causing this tailback but to no avail. Crabby was the word to describe the atmosphere; trouble
was brewing. It'd been a long journey anyway but with this added delay nerves were gettig frayed. We longed to get going again so the movement breeze would hit our
faces, cooling the temperature both literally and metaphorically. But the line
of cars snaking off into the distance suggested the chance of proper movement
anytime soon was low.
My dad was drumming the steering wheel impatiently while the cricket commentators were describing another classy cover drive by a West Indian batsman. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine the Oval with all its colour and noise, but the sound of car horns and my sister saying she needed the toilet ruined the moment, instead I started counting the cars moving freely in the opposite direction wishing we were going that way.
My dad was drumming the steering wheel impatiently while the cricket commentators were describing another classy cover drive by a West Indian batsman. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine the Oval with all its colour and noise, but the sound of car horns and my sister saying she needed the toilet ruined the moment, instead I started counting the cars moving freely in the opposite direction wishing we were going that way.
‘Bugger
this.’ My dad had stopped drumming and had put the car into gear. We kids in
the back were stunned into silence as he moved forward and then turned the
wheel hard right, mounting the central reservation steering the car into the smallest of gaps in the barrier and bouncing down onto the
tarmac on the other carriageway before speeding off. The wind rushed into the
car, blowing away the crankiness and bringing with it excited laughter. Unbelievably Dad had
just done a James Bond move and we couldn’t wait to tell our friends when we
got home.
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