slowing down

driving slow with a fast car is difficult - it's like practising self-control, or self-restraint. but whenever i take my dad for a ride, i have to slow down.
maybe it's a question of age...
to me, it's more like a question of attitude. i like going fast. i do talk fast, and i argue in a fast way. i even think that my brain is thinking fast (or at least i hope so, he he).
my dad is not lethargic, but fast driving makes him nervous.
hm...
well, i don't know how i am when i'm old.

i remember someone i knew, she said that slowing down can be nice once in a while.

today the sky was deep blue, the sun was shining, so we went for a ride to the rheingau region (the taunus was a no-no because of the dalai lama's visit). we stopped for lunch at johannisberg castle, a spot my father loves.
nice 'n slow, with windows wide open so that we could enjoy the fresh air (with a faint smell of burnt wood).
right now, it's "indian summer" in germany, if this term is applicable to a country like this...
we did a lot of talking.
we had a good time.