Soon afterwards I thought 5 sevens would be fun, but nothing new. It would be even better if below there were 4 more sevens as well. The daycounter, or the counter I use to see how many kms one tank of petrol will get me. So calculating back, at 76999 km, in the middle of the motorway I reset the counter to zero, knowing that there would be only 100 meter to take that particular picture with 9 sevens on the display.
A week or so later, I was nearly there. Before driving home I took a picture:
and one more to be sure. Without the flash.
I took a different route home, to make the driving easy. I was due to take a picture while driving. Not the most safe thing to do. I drove via the motorway, deliberately stayed behind a huge van, driving 90 where 120 is allowed and most people drive 130-140, me included normally.
I took my camera and switched the power on. A few hundred meters to go, the camera was ready. I was ready. The best picture ever was due.
Oops, I failed. Don't know what went wrong, but quick I zoomed and snapped again.
The moment had gone. The 8 that blew it all appeared. I was swearing in the car. I missed the moment. The very moment that only appears once in a long while.
I took one more picture that also showed I failed.
Difficult to read as well, but one can see the eight at the end where the seven should have been. I was so frustrated that I didn't even post the pictures then. Now, 12.000 kms later, I laugh about it. I didn't even try to take a picture of five eights.
Then again, now I have written this, I feel a possibility for revenge. All the nines. Nine nines. Only 10.000 kms from now. Perhaps I should try...