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An HGV driver is a fun playtoy. Especially when they're talking on the phone. Have you ever heard one try to respond to you? Angrily chewing their food, the HGV driver lulls himself over. Well, sort of. He might go 25 mph in his car, but on foot, it's more like 5 mph. If even that.

Which is why I have insurance groups. For in case one of the fat hgv drivers ever catch up with me. Sometimes I fall asleep, like the hare in that one tale. So I have insurance if I get too lazy. I also bought a classic car.

A classic car is a car you can enjoy over and over and over again. With the kids, with the elders, and yes, with other insurance groups. Once in a while I'm giving a driving lesson. But usually I don't, since I want to avoid people like the dreaded "hgv driver".

The obese, McDonald-fattened, steak-eating, non-vegetarian, pork-chop of a man. Even women. Have you seen one of those women try to get into a classic car? It's nearly impossible. And again, that's why I have my insurance groups. As a team, we're unbeatable.

Even through fire, even through flame (or fame), they'll stick by you. One time a car crashed into me while I was writing a story for work-online.org.uk. I was severely injured. But, instead of dying, I lived, precisely because I kept writing stories, and getting money for it.

I hope I'm not using certain words too much. Well, I've already done it, so oh well. I really don't care much for classic cars. And when I was getting driving lessons, I passed them. That doesn't mean I enjoyed them, though. I don't much like owning a car.

Owning a car is like being handcuffed to a hitching pole. You can't move, and you've got to work. I can't find any work, all the jobs are taken, and the only work that I would be able to do, was hard physical labor.

Why do we call things classic, anyway? It's sort of outdated. Well, fine, it isn't, but at least I could use the term in an ironical way.