The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Everything was 100 miles per hour or 160 kilometres per hour and then full on
brakes. I understood why they changed their tyres for the winter and summers,
they thought they were all F1 drivers and liked the pit stops. Elly seemed as
nervous a passenger as I was a driver, that could be said for me when she was
driving as well. She seemed to wait until she got into the car until she’d start
calling people. Sometimes she’d call people just to say hello.
Poles loved to drive and talk. Blue tooth or hands free where alien concepts and
if they weren’t talking they were eating or smoking. Nobody could just driver. It
was like they required a distraction. The intricate ballet of constantly shifting
lanes wasn’t enough, they needed more danger.
I protested constantly about all the things that drove me crazy when I was
driving but Elly and other Poles just shrugged it off. It wasn’t that they justified
those actions. They merely shrugged them off as if I was city boy trying to tame
a horse to ride. It was the danger of the road. I think the Brits do the same with
business, they shrug at people who don’t understand finance or contracts.
You can’t work PowerPoint?
Ha.
You learn that shit in the uterus.
For Poland they had that attitude to dangerous driving.