Dogtrousers
Kilometre nibbler
The Peak District was ram packed with people "going for a drive" on Sunday.
Two obvious categories:
(1) Boy racers - strings of variously souped up cars en convoy.
(2) Family outings - parked up in laybys, clearly not out of a walk or anything, but milling about their car, taking selfies etc.
One of (2) was really odd and potentially very dangerous - sat down in the road as I approached and got his mate to take a picture of him with me in the background. Proper weird.
I can understand (2). That's not "going for a drive". That's going somewhere. Even if you don't do much when you get there. I guess I can understand (1) too. It's a social thing. Or rather it's a antisocial social thing.