Note: This post isn't in brilliant prose because I was writing in the car, and getting a coherent sentence on paper while being shaken about is rather difficult and I am too lazy to edit it.
The road from the car park is unpleasantly bumpy. Mum’s
decided to drive through town, risky, car in front is half in the bike lane,
probably a douche, he turned left. A mixture of suited gents and casually
dressed men around. Two ambulances just hurtled past. The view under Bootham
bar is nice; it makes a brilliant aperture. Lendal bridge is busy with
pedestrians as usual. The station: an excellent place to sit around at rush
hour and watch the chaos stemming from the poor road layout and high level of
traffic. Sat behind bus at the traffic lights, says “push to open” on the back,
sounds like an instruction, I’m compelled to do it but that would involve
leaving the car. Man put his hand up as we passed, didn’t realise another bus
was following us. Guy sat smoking in a hilux is dwarfed by his vehicle. Race
day today (guy with sign advertising cycling being pull along by his bike),
lots of cars on Knavesmire, now the trees are in the way. Landrover went past
with what looked like a death ray attached to the roof. Car with personalised
registration plates, always assume they are egotistical and aware of their
superior registration status. Big thing with orange lights ahead, always
intriguing – can I work out what it is for? It’s a crane.
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