No pictures this time. 😛

These last days in Madrid have been quite hectic. On Sunday morning I realized I had to go through the ITV (spanish vehicle inspection procedure) before March 8th. Due to a couple of small incidents lately I had two broken rear lights in my car. So, I had to repair that before the inspection. And taking into account that I am flying to Stockholm on Saturday, that left me only 5 working days for both actions.
The reparation was easy. I have a garage next to my place, and they did it in just one day. It was a bit more problematic to get an appointment for the vehicle inspection. They give some telephone appointments, but they were all occupied for this week… So, I had to go without specific appointment and I had the great idea of going when they open it: at 7.00 a.m. in the morning. So, I could be early at work, would not need to queue a lot and don’t suffer too much traffic.

So, I was there at 6.30 a.m. (yes, well in advance) and there were already 2 cars. That’s ok, no waiting time. At 7.00 a.m. there were already between 15 and 20 cars… Incredible.

Anyway, everything went ok in the inspection, and I drove back to Madrid… Oh, yes, the problem of this kind of inspections is that the places where you can be inspected are normally out of the cities, and talking about Madrid, that means driving 20 km out of the city…

And today I experienced something for the first time since I’m in Madrid: traffic jams at 7.30 a.m. I was kind of surprised and enjoying the situation. I could not believe that those people are in a traffic jam everyday, and imagined how angry they could be when they get to their workplaces.

I was thinking that stopped 15 km away from Madrid, when the car in front of me started slowly moving again (to stop after 10 meters) and I took it easy…

So easy, that the car behind me started moving before I had released the brake! She probably felt it was time to move, but unluckily I was in the middle and she slightly hit me from behind. I knew nothing had happened to my car due to the slow speed, and I just looked at her through my mirror, and raised my hand open like saying: “Take it easy… Go slower”. And she has reacted in a surprising way: probably insulting me, and blaming me of the situation.

I guess she was in a hurry, nervous, thinking in one hundred things and hating the daily traffic jam… but I hope I do not go into that dynamic (at least avoiding the traffic jams in the morning).