Dotted about, Edinburgh does Cuba-esque.

I have a thing about the timeless juxtaposition of old car meets Edinburgh backdrop. Perhaps I romance about the old days of driving - Heck! Yes, I do!

I miss when more of us were Ladies and Gentlemen about it.

This little bout of nostalgia is, more than likely, brought on after a woman lunged forward at me (from stationary) on a zebra crossing today, with just enough force that my hands slapped her bonnet (as in the front of the car and not her headwear).

Did she deserve me (uncharacteristically) yelling 'Stupid Bitch'? - Ugh-huh! She sure did!