Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. Seldom in a woman and never in a man. Generally old sayings such as this which have been around for some considerable time have more than an element of truth in them, I myself can only judge by the difference between myself and my wife when reacting to a situation where patience may be required.
Obviously I am virtually perfect as an example of the male of the species, however I would have to admit I may not be quite as patient as my wife, especially when I am let loose in a motorised vehicle, although in my defence I would say, there are plenty worse than me.
I am extremely lucky to possess two rather splendid Bentley motorcars, the older of which is a 1947 Mk VI and the newer is a 2000 Bentley Arnage and although both are completely different I enjoy driving both of them, most of the time. The earlier 1947 motor has a 4.25 litre engine and the 2000 one has a 6.75 litre engine together with a turbocharger which propels it at enormous velocity, and perhaps, not surprisingly I am more patient when driving the older motor.
Whilst on the subject of Bentley motorcars, my I briefly redirect you, especially those of you who may possess a Bentley or merely have an enthusiasm for these splendid vehicles to my other blog where I have an article seeking new members for the Bentley Drivers Club.
http://www.joewellsofwhomithasbeensaid.com/2018/03/bentley-drivers-wanted.html
As I now live in the country there are plenty of vehicles for me to become stuck behind, tractors, bicycles, and more especially horses which require considerable care when passing as they can be easily spooked. However the odd occasions where a modicum of frustration may creep into my normally placid demeanour is when stuck behind slower drivers where there is no necessity for perambulating at what can only be described as snails pace.
I know some readers may not be quite as keen on the internal combustion engine as I am, so I wish to dispel the idea that I am hooning about the countryside like Toad of Toad Hall with scant regard to my fellow travellers with whom I am sharing the road and would like to point out, I only get a bit of a lick on when it is absolutely safe to do so.
Most men tend not to read the instructions when constructing things, not I think through a lack of patience but merely because they have the ability to see how something is put together without the need of instructions, although there are also males who attempt the same task without instructions and make a complete pigs ear of it, watched patiently by their loving and caring partners. They may then show even more patience and compassion by uttering the phrase, “never mind dear, you tried your best, we didn’t need a wardrobe that badly, anyway.”
To those of my readers who have read this to the end, I apologise if I have bored you with too much car stuff, you must have the patience of a saint and for that, I thank you.
The Diary of a Country Bumpkin 