Insurance, the white mans burden

How do I know that the car insurance is due?

Because the Amazon rain forest has this week been seriously depleted to provide all the paper for every insurance company known to man to line my hallway with their "exclusive offers to a safe driver like me".

It appears that once the half century has been reached, a transformation occurs. No longer are you that naive, thrill seeking boy racer with ne'er a care in the world as you unflinchingly splatter hedgehogs and drench old ladies with kerbside puddles. Once over fifty, you become sensible and plodding and therefore less of a risk.

HAH!! I've fooled 'em.

Hedgehogs still quake at my approach and octogenarians of either sex don waterproof gear once I wheel spin out of the drive.

Who am I trying to kid? I am what they think I am. And yes, I have looked at the SAGA quote. Aren't they bloody expensive? I may be over fifty, but I cannot afford to lose either an arm or a leg to pay their premiums.

No, I shall do what every upstanding citizen does and go for the cheapest one.

Whatever happened to taking risks?......sigh

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N.B. The title is an episode from the Goon show and not some underhand racist remark. So stop all hopping about, it just seemed appropriate to my whinge.