Nov. 29, 2016

Changing attitudes to driving.

 
 
I used to resent cars that were slow and belched black smoke. Motorcyclists, dangerously buzzing like hornets around my vehicle, turned me into a murderously angry driver. Now, I think these folks cannot afford faster and safer transport.
 
I was furious when people overtook dangerously and cut in and out, to get there faster. Now, sometimes I feel they may be dashing to see a sick person. Or perhaps they are Christians, Hindus or Buddhists keen on getting to the next life. Other times, I just feel they are selfish bastards, a bit like me really.
 
Many co-workers would not get in a car with me driving. Some friends still feel the same. Odd for a silly person to have such sensible friends.