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14 Sep

// conduire // 2nd group verb, (conjugate⇒): to drive (a car)


Je conduis de Paris à Strasbourg tous les mois. // I drive from Paris to Strasbourg every month.
Tous les jours, il conduit à peu près 45 minutes par trajet pour aller au travail. // Every day, he drives about 45 minutes one way to go to work.

– Qu’est-ce que tu conduis comme voiture? // What type of car do you drive?
– Je conduis une Toyota Corolla. // I drive a Toyota Corolla.

Additional tip:

« conduire » is a transitive verb, so you can say « conduire une voiture » (to drive a car) or « conduire quelqu’un à l’aéroport » (to drive someone to the airport).

And a funny story:

Growing up in a small village in the northeast of France in the middle of the « vignoble d’Alsace » with a mechanic and car dealer as my father, I always dreamed of the day

{source: Wikipedia}

 I would finally be able to drive and try the new cars that I could only enjoy as a passenger… I remember loving the smell of a brand new car and cleaning cars that had been under repair so they would be perfect for our clients.

Although I had to wait until 18 years old to finally take lessons for 6 months and take the test right around my birthday, I had some interesting experiences with cars as a passenger… My father, goofy and funny as he is, would enjoy taking his oldest daughter in the tow truck to rescue a client, or on a test drive for a new or newly repaired car. Well that did not always turn out well!!

Citroën 2CV (pictured right). He put me in the front passenger seat with no seat belt on (why bother for half a kilometer, he must have thought…). He always enjoyed taking wide and scary turns around a roundabout and this one being triangular, required a sharper turn at the top of his speed… at which time… I WAS EJECTED FROM THE CAR RIGHT INTO THE VINEYARDS IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL!!!!… And papa went on and parked, only a second later to see I was missing!!

{Credit Uderzo & Goscinny}

Yes, although a fantastic mechanic with a perfectly functioning engine, there were other details that had not been checked such as… the passenger door lock! And I went flying, bruising and bleeding… and this time the teacher did not get angry with me but with my father, whom she had as a mischievous pupil 25 years before….

Obélix fell in the « marmite » of magic potion when he was a baby (see comic strip series « Asterix et Obelix »), but I fell out of a car when I was 4… I know, that explains it all!

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