Local Heart, Global Soul

December 7, 2014

Car Manufacturers Have Missed A Trick…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Long car journey’s are difficult for our kids, they can accept fourteen hour flights to Singapore and then another ten on to New Zealand, and know that there’s no bugging the pilots to ask to stop at a playground please, but when parents are the chauffeur in question, it’s a completely different story.

We have no sooner left The Hague when they are restless in their seats and it’s only a matter of time before sibling tensions rise.

One announces that they want to sleep and asks for quiet in the  car please, so this is the cue that the other  needs to decide that this is the perfect moment to break into song:  and of course not a complete  song you understand, but rather the two or three lines that they sort-of know  from the chorus, with the missing words that they didn’t catch randomly invented to sort-of fit.

Sung in tune, (or maybe not), as loud as they can get away with and as repetitively as possible.

After four, or six or ten renditions of these few song lines their sibling is seething and muttering loudly that it’s not fair.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Offended sibling then breaks into the “la la la ” song, (preferably off key), also as loud as they think they can get away with and says defiantly “Well if he (she) is allowed to sing then so can I“….  and so ensues a catastrophic rise in volume levels, dispersed with mutterings of complaints until one of the parents blows a gasket and reminds their offspring of the saying “third class riding is better than first class walking“.

Attention is given by both offspring for about 14 seconds and then they choose to throw caution to the wind, ignore their parents and begin the process all over again.

All those automotive advertisements of beautiful children smiling angelically at each other in the back seat are a demonic ploy to dupe parents into thinking that the “family car journey” is a simply brilliant idea.

If ever I wondered where my first grey hairs came from, then all I need to do is to remember these journeys. All becomes crystal clear.

I suspect that the more chaotic scenario is re-enacted between siblings during long car journey’s all over the world. I think that car manufactures have missed a trick. Seriously, what would really  revive the car industry is the invention of a vehicle where each kid gets a window and/or their own little cell capsule that’s 100% portioned off from their siblings.

Each capsule would be one hundred percent sound insulated , parents would have the option of listening in or tuning out but each child would be in perfect isolation as far as contact from one another was concerned.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

One child could sing and another child could sleep no problem.

Reclining beds would be a bonus feature, but only if it could also be designed around having to transport :  summer camping gear and paraphernalia / winter ski clothing and paraphernalia / all other travelling paraphernalia / cool boxes full of food / boxes of gifts /extra blankets / toys /  and of course the family suitcases.

Come on car designers, don’t you like a challenge?

It took us about six and a half hours to complete the drive: the distance is just under five hours drive but we hit road works in a few places, went slow in queues for whatever reason in others and of course also stopped for lunch.

We are all tired when we arrive in Frankfurt, you can tell you are getting close when the planes from Frankfurt’s airport are flying in low to land… we peer at the tower outside of the city, the top getting lost in low cloud and make our way to our friends apartment.

Our friends have been checking out of their window every now and again for us for a while and are on the street to meet us when we pull into our parking space. Then they help Himself with suitcases and take us inside for a good dose of German cakes. Sugar. Even better, chocolate flavoured sugar. A brilliantly excellent remedy for even the worst long distance car journeys. It repairs even the grumpiest of dispositions. These good friends know us well.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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