Eric Boutsen has driven taxis for 25 years, and in all that time has never come across a car whose indicators flash exactly in time with his own.
Despite working double-shifts and taking more turns than is strictly necessary, Boutsen returns home to his empty flat each evening, dejected and bereft.
“I know they’re out there somewhere”, sighed Boutsen. “I just need to try harder. Perhaps its because my steering wheel is very, very slightly off-centre, or because my air vents aren’t level.”
Boutsen has thought he’s found his twin on a number of occasions, only to have his hopes dashed after a carefully counted number of flashes.
“When you think you’ve finally found them, your heart beats a little faster”, he gushed. “A bit like a 1997 Mondeo, compared with a 2003 Honda Civic.”
“Then in what’s normally an odd number of seconds, synchronisation is lost. Or you’ve crashed into the back of them, while phoning my mum.”
Boutsen still maintains a glimmer of hope, and is experimenting with Doppler shift to try and force a match.
“And that’s how PC Flegg came to arrest me while I was driving slowly with my hazard lights on, in the slightly higher frequency red light district of our neighbouring Dunstable.”