A certain symmetry

This evening I did well. Two cars, both on Lendal Bridge.

Car 1: 1949, a white hatchback with a 29. South Side.
Car 2: 2328, a 30 of indeterminate colour. North Side.

There is a nice symmetry there I think.

Well, two in one day: Looks like this is getting too easy. I need a challenge. Ok. The next ten sightings will not be posted individually. Instead, they will form a poem. Which will be posted here when I reach #40. There may still be other intermediate posts.

New Bridge - Darn!

It's not fair. There's a new bridge about to be opened from the Railway Museum to York Station, which will cut around 5 minutes off my journey time to get a train. But it's journey time along roads! I'm going to lose plate spotting time every time I catch a train. There is no justice in this world. I think I'll just continue to take the long route.

Broken Laptop

The laptop died last weekend leaving no choice but to call up and arrange for me to have it fixed. This involves a courier coming to pick it up, meaning I have to hang around the flat all morning rather than going to work where I should be. Annoying. At around 11:45, the guy finally turns up with his special protective packaging, which I duly insert the laptop into. We seal the box, I sign one of those electronic signing things (which I always do a really bad signature on) and the laptop is driven away. Bye bye laptop, get well soon.

It's time for work, so I grab my things and head for work. Two thirds of the way there, I realise that I'm still just wearing the t-shirt I threw on in the morning and have forgotten to put some proper semi-smart work clothes on. Ooops. I head back to the flat, change into a shirt, and tuen back out to work. As I approach the railway tunnel, bingo, a 28 drives past. It's kind of a turquoise colour, and is heading towards town. It's 12:15.

To conclude, it's a bally good job the laptop broke down and that I subsequently tricked fate by "forgetting" to put the right clothes on hence delaying my arrival at the tunnel and seeing the 28 which fate had assumed I'd miss. Got ya, fate!

A tunnel and a coach

I definitely seem to have been slowing down at this in recent weeks. The days of daily number plate spots seem far away. Will just have to try harder! 26 was in the tunnel under the railway on Thursday night, approximately 8:45pm. It's almost handy that the pedestrian tunnel is closed at the moment - I get maybe 3 or 4 minutes of extra spotting in every single day! I am still slightly worried by the pigeons though.

And today I gained a 27. It wasn't the best glimpsed one I'vr ever done, as it was on the other side of the road and I was on the wrong side of a coach. It was definitely real though. And it any case I saw a second one later as I walked home. So I've definitely got one now!

A little walk

It's going very slowly at the moment. I didn't find anything all of last week, not a sausage. So on Saturday I went for a little walk in the afternoon. Mainly because I'd entirely failed to buy some of the things from town in the morning that I was supposed to. How hard can it be to remember a list of about 4 things? My route into town was possibly not the most direct one that I could have taken, but that did leave me to finally catch a 25 on Water End. And I remembered to buy the dips and limes too.

Straight to your door

Now here's an idea. How about whenever you arrange to have something delivered to your house, such as a pizza, bookshelf or crate of beer, you get an extra delivery choice: The bloke on phone / website gives you a list of the registrations of all the vehicles that are available to deliver your item(s). You can then choose the one that is most likely to help your CNPS progress. It might take a little longer for your stuff to get to you if your chosen vehicle is busy, but I think the wait would be worth it.

Good Saturday

I think it is fair to say that Saturday was a good day.

I'm up relatively early and need to go for a haircut. Luckily, to get to the place I go to, I have to walk along part of the inner ring road. The ring road is good as it is busy, there are lots of cars, and you get to pass a few car parks too. To recap, I'm looking for 22 at this point. In the car park on Nunnery Lane, I spot a 23 parked on the far side. Darn, slightly too early. A 23 is as much use to me now as a condom is to The Pope. But I'll be coming back this way once I've been shorn, so as long as it's still there I'll get an easy spot if I manage the 22.

But sadly, there is no 22 on the way to the haircut, there is no 22 during the haircut and there is no 22 before I arrive back at Nunnery Lane car park, where the 23 is still sitting, looking smug. Never mind, onwards to home. As I near the flat, this is starting to feel like it's been a wasted journey. But then, as I reach the flat... No, still nothing.

At lunchtime I head into town to meet some friends for lunch. About 50m from the flat, at 12:47, a vile lime green thing brums past with a lovely 22 stuck in the place I need it to be. Hooray! I'll be smiling through lunch now!

In the evening, I'm going to J's to try and win £40k. But I'm also hoping that the trip will bring me something better than mere money - he's about a half hour walk from me, and there is another car park on the way too. The car park is useless, but on Grosvenor Terrace, a blue car, it's 23! Excellent. And later I see... another 23! That's three in one day now, even though I can only use one of them. Strangely, I spot the blue 23 at exactly 23 minutes to seven...

I stay at J's until around half past one in the morning. Quite late, especially as I've got stuff to do tomorrow. Never mind. At this time the roads are fairly quiet. As most people are quite sensibly in bed. So I'm not too hopeful of finding more. But as I pass the railway museum, a taxi zooms past with a 24. I have to look several times to believe my luck. It's definitely a 24. Whooooooh-hooooooh!!!! And so to bed, for happy dreams. 3 cars on a Saturday: Result.

When I'm 710

I made my first CNPS sidebet last night. A certain young lady owns a car with a rego containing 710. Here's the deal... If I get to 710 (and use her car for the 710) before she sells it, I get from her the princely sum of one english pound. If she sells it first, she gets a pound from me. If I then spot her car (as my 710) driven by someone else after she sells it, payments are reversed such that overall she will have given me 50p.

So at the current rate, this gives her about two years to sell it.

21 again

Sometimes all it needs is to admit to the world that you have a problem, and the world sends you a solution almost straighaway. Within a couple of hours after posting the last post, a 21 passed, on Lendal Bridge. It was my first taxi.

The thing that ruined it slightly was that literally 5 seconds earlier, a 22 had gone past, fast, in the opposite direction. I turned to look, to hope it was still there, but no, it was gone. Ah well, one car is better than nowt, as we say in Yorkshire.

Empty endless void

This is not going well. It's like cars with a 21 on them don't exist. I must have seen something like eight million and a half cars since I saw my first 20, so where is the next one! It's now four and a half days without a fix...

Might have to go on another special car spotting walk.

Back to Leeds

Next two cars were on Friday. 19 was stood at the traffic lights outside work on my way in in the morning. I was running slightly late, but this turned out to be a good thing - I doubt the car would have been there earlier. And got 20 at lunchtime. A silver Saab on Ouse Bridge.

Last night's trip to Leeds was much less successful than the last one, in part due to us using the train as our mode of transport. And so I saw no cars that were of any use. Sadly.