Travelling without moving.
I am genuinely surprised at the level of road rage displayed at this time of year. Surprised at how low it seems to be.
Whether milling around trying to find a carpark at Highpoint or Chadstone, or in the constant nose to tail snarl that Collins St becomes (ie. worse than normal) there are a lot of opportunites for angst behind the steering wheel. Maybe the spirit of Christmas balances out the seething rage so that normality is maintained.
I will be heading to Cranbourne on Saturday. I thoroughly expect the Monash Freeway to be a carpark around Heatherton Rd at 10AM on a Saturday. Possibly the same around 5:30. And heaven help those who travel a really long way to fit in all their commitments. I have friends who start in Oakleigh, then to Rosebud and finish the day in Echuca. Why do we do this?
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So often Christmas for me is about driving. But this year, for only the third time in my adult life, I do not have to drive anywhere on either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. So this is already a fantastic Christmas.
Commiserations and good luck with your commute.
I don’t drive but do suffer from passenger rage - especially when circling a car-park for hours trying to get a ‘good’ space when thousands of free spaces are freely visible a short distance away.