The keys dropped into my hand and I knew I’d never forget the feeling. I’d held them before but this was the first time I had them in my hand after I’d passed my test!
My first car was a 1976 pillar-box red Leyland Mini 1000cc
Although this one suffered a bit in its later life it was loved, hard.
The car was stripped the vinyl seats were removed, most of the trim, all of the other interior bits and bobs, it needed a bit of interior work, welding and general tidying up, so whilst that was happening the interior got a proper scrub.
(I still remember sitting on the passenger seat in my back garden as I polished the drivers seat!)
We even gave it a full respray at home, I remember that took ages, we had to get all of the dust out of the garage and slather it in old newspaper before any paint took flight.
That year I learned a lot of things about car engines and general maintenance, how to remove and clean the distributor cap, how to sort out the sparkplugs, fluid levels, wheels and tyres, and a whole lot more that, somehow, seems less honest now most of it is automated in my modern jalopy.
Maybe it led to my logical approach to tasks, unwittingly shaping the way I process things even now, how I concentrate on what seems insignificant, fine points that I feel will give a benefit in the long run, maybe, perhaps the orderly way in which parts needed to be removed and replaced informed my mind to be more like that.
That being said I wonder what totally buggered up my ability to remember, even after a few seconds, where I left my bloody keys?
It’s apparently a problem that affects 87.50% of men (and I just know I made that right up don’t you?!) throughout the world. We simply do not, ever, know where our keys are.
The smallest things can cause the most stress and for me it’s keys. Since starting up the business it’s not become any easier. Sure, I think I’m more organised in general but keys still get in the way.
Until last week.
I was checking out a particular hardware seller who has daily special offers when I spotted my salvation, amazingly discounted from £12ish to a couple of quid. My god, that’s less than the price of a beer, so how could I not?
And now, some time later, how is the world?
It’s bright, it’s blue skies, I’m almost cured!
I now have an app on the phone which, when triggered, will set off an alarm on the keyfob that is now snugly fitted to my keyring, causing me to race to the location of the keys and grin smugly to myself.
I’d have paid full price for it, but at £2 it was just a crazy, life-altering, bargain, and the sort of thing that just makes me completely geek out at the total simplicity of some technology.
But here’s the thing……I’ve not really had to use it yet! You can’t believe it, but having some form of security has obviously relaxed my mind to such an extent that the stress of finding keys just vanished – who knew?!
Mind you, it’s probably just as well, because I’ve now lost my phone!!