Today it was about 38 celsius, and silly me, I voluntarily drive 300 kilometres to help my mother pick up ehr new car (it's quite nice). HOT!!! The Sun and I don't get along too well, and my right arm is bright red now. So I was stuck driving home from the city to here in rush hour heavy traffic, and for about thirty kilometres the traffic was at nigh walking pace. How do the rest of you deal with being caught in horrible traffic? I turn my car radio up very loud and sing. It sounds terrible - my singing, that is. It scares animals away. But I enjoy it when stuck in traffic. Sometimes I make faces at other drivers. Sometimes, whether caught in heavy traffic or not, I give people the finger (as in my avatar). Because I don't like the way they drive, I disliek their car, they are listening to crappy music, whatever. Barely a day goes by that I don't give the finger to half a dozen other drivers just for the hell of it. It's not that I'm angry or anything on the roads, I just do it for fun. Once I was driving up the Nepean Highway, and took off from the lights with a female police officer in a cop car beside mine. I kept pace with her. She accelerated over the speed limit, and I did too. I figured she couldn't do me for speeding if she was doing the same speed without her lights flashing. So she looked over and accelerated more, and I kept pace. We got up to about 130km/h in a 100 zone, just racing along for about ten kilometres, until I turned off to my own town. Here in Melbourne we have compulsory breath-testing for alcohol. The police set up their "booze bus" stations at night on major roads, and test everyone coming through; they test thousands each night at each booze bus. This is compulsory; if you decline to blow in the little hand-held machine, you get taken to the station over night, and they do a thorough check on your car to see if it's roadworthy or not (if not you will owe some money of course). Once the police flashed me from behind as I was driving home late at night, a random pull-over and breath-test. One brought the machine to my window for the test; the other wandered around my car with a torch, taking notes on the many things that made the car far from roadworthy, such as the huge crack through the front window. Any of the dozen or so big, obvious problems with my car should get me a canary - a yellow sticker from the police which means the car can not be driven. I tested negative for alcohol of course, I never drink and drive. But then the two police conversed while checking around my car again. Then one took my license to their car to check my details in the computer. The one with the license came back, gave it to me, and said "All right, have a good night." And that was it. Possibly it was near the end of shift and they simply didn't want the paper-work, although by all rights they should have taken my car off the road. My father has the idea that they keep a list of people not to bother, people they like, and that I'm on that list because I have done the local police a few favours now and then. As you can no doubt tell, I'm rambling. It's very hot and I'm very tired. Anyone else got anything to say about rdiving in other parts of the world? PS: Avatar, I happened to find today a little Latvian village about half an hour from here.
A finger for Adam! Hey mate, I don’t really know why I am wasting my time answering your call, …I really have more important things to do like writing Christmas cards, but anyhow here it goes; (I voluntarily drive 300 kilometres to help my mother pick up ehr new car), I’m sure there was to gain from it than just been a nice son. You just not telling. (I turn my car radio up very loud and sing. It sounds terrible - my singing, that is. It scares animals away. But I enjoy it when stuck in traffic. Sometimes I make faces at other drivers.) Have you consider psychological help? (Sometimes, whether caught in heavy traffic or not, I give people the finger (as in my avatar). Because I don't like the way they drive, I disliek their car, they are listening to crappy music, whatever) In same traffic conditions you act as if under drugs, and to those around you that are also acting In similar manner as if under drugs, you dislike?? You are actually giving the finger to your self!! (I kept pace with her. She accelerated over the speed limit, and I did too) Wow! Great accomplishment, have you consider registering it in the Guinness book? (My father has the idea that they keep a list of people not to bother, people they like, and that I'm on that list) Don’t just have an idea, ….Ask them. ( …..because I have done the local police a few favours now and then.) Oh! ,…so you like to kiss cops rear. Not wonder you are in the list of good guys. Generally dear Adam, don’t do to others what you don’t want to be done on you, and treat others like you would like to be treated. …..if that’s really what you like, than I have to give you my finger!! What goes around ..comes around!
