Sir Paddy McMenamin, in, his letter of February 15th on the broad subject of car phones, makes reference to other, possibly worse, distractions, viz., drivers of the fair sex using their dashboards as dressing tables, complete with vanity mirrors.
I have noticed yet another misdemeanour by these people when they transform the front compartments of their cars into baby nurseries, complete with reclining baby seats, bottle warmers, and nappy changing facilities. Even when all these needs are attended to, one can still observe the proud mother drivers sneaking fond looks at the thumb sucking tyrants recumbent in their little armchairs, and emitting the odd coochy-coo all done when hurtling down the outside lane at 20 mph, or, Worse, whilst stationary at a green traffic light.
The little perisher's presence beside the mother driver can only be a major disturbance to her concentration and, therefore, to road safety in general. So a solution springs to mind. There is an area in all cars which is ideal for the carriage of these little people. Dark and cosy in fact, almost womb like it should suit Junior admirably, as well as improving the mother driver's control of the vehicle by removing the main perturbation to her driving, to an out of sight location.
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