Come on, already

I can’t think of anything more infuriating than drivers that travel ten kph slower than the speed limit. (This is where the ‘rave’ component of the blog title kicks in).

What are they thinking? Are they thinking at all? Are they in a type of driving-coma where swiftness is irrelevant? Or are they merely unable to handle a vehicle at a speed exceeding the pace of a horse and cart? It totally gets my knickers in a knot.

Yes, yes, I sound impatient and you may well ask whether those 30 seconds that I save with the extra 10kph are worth it. Probably not; but these slugs on the road cause me angst. (See, I’m even resorting to name-calling. Can't you feel the emotion!!).

I also scorn drivers who overtake dangerously or with excessive speed (usually on a blind corner at 160kph) only to be waiting at the next set of traffic lights when the slower car arrives. I’m not that bad – I usually don’t act on my frustration – I just…well….write a blog about it (and take vitamin D tablets because of the lack of sunshine).

Hmm, time to step off the judgement podium.

The ridiculous thing, when I stop and consider, is that we (ie soft shelled, semi-flexible, organ filled, people) are fragile but we are choosing to hurtle around on bitumen (a very hard surface) in large metal cubicles at supernatural speeds. And to add to this, we treat driving as a squad activity – we drive next to and behind other fast moving chunks of metal assuming that they know what they're doing. What about driving beside a gas tanker on the highway at 110kph? Have we stopped to really consider this?

Are we mad? Shouldn’t we be struck with fear at the thought of this, rather than pushing (or breaking…) the speed limit and getting upset about being ‘slow’?

Perhaps I have no fear because I’ve never been in an accident when travelling faster than 3kph (I’ll just skip over those details….). Perhaps I’m just stupid to be so blasé and....well, yep, pretty much just stupid.

I prefer to be afraid of swimming in a dam because there might be gunky plants that touch my feet or eels that brush against my legs; or having a moth fly into my hair. You know, really life threatening stuff.

I’m so used to having everything instantly, that I fail to recognise that some things are better when we take our time. Or maybe they’re not better as such, but at least we might live a little bit longer.