One of my goals this year is to put a limit on my driving in and around the city.
I’m going to be honest . . . I have a tendency to drive like a mad taxi man. Why? Because . . . ?! I have somewhere to go, the road is almost always hot as balls, and so I don’t feel or want to stay on the roads too long.
I love driving, don’t get me wrong. I love having somewhere to go and the means in which to go. But I cannot stand lay-laying. By lay-laying I mean hemming and hawing, driving like you’re not quite sure where you’re going, whether to turn here or at the next street, stuff like that. I just think you should not go on the roads unless you have a specific destination in mind, and a route plan.
Am I the only one who thinks like this? I’m beginning to think so.
I think if you’re planning to go on the road, map out in your head where you need to go and how to get there. That should eliminate all the hemming and hawing people tend to do on the roads that inadvertently piss me off. Seriously . . . why go on the road at 8 in the morning when you have no reason and no plan for anything? You know what you’re doing? Irritating the person who is stuck driving at 20 Kmph behind you because you’re driving selfishly slow.
But I digress . . . only a fraction.
I’ve decided, after being told that I have a tendency to scare more than one person who’s driven with me, to not go over 60 Kmph. I initially thought that 60 Kmph would be tantamount to the level just above ‘dead slow’. It actually isn’t.
Here’s what I’ve learnt from my first week of driving Mrs. Daisy (at 60 Kmph):
1. 60 Kmph is not that slow nor is it that fast.
As a matter of fact, it seems to be the average speed of most drivers in and around Kingston. This forces me to wonder at what speed was I travelling at before? Damn, I must have been clocking it. But I’m not any more and I’m happy to report that.
2. It is rather calming to drive at a moderate speed.
Before, when I’d drive frantically, I’d easily get hot-headed as a sickly shiver of road rage washed over me. Now, I’m cool, calm, and collected, alert and in no immediate need to overtake or zip past anyone. Life’s good man, and I’m actually enjoying the ride.
3. I still get where I’m going. And there is no such thing as time-travel while driving.
I used to think that if I get to the traffic light 5 seconds before you that I’ve actually stepped into the future. Silly Char . . . it doesn’t work like that. Now, I get to the traffic light when I do, and I still end up where I planned to go. There is no need to rush.
4. People will still drive slower than me and yes, some will still piss me off.
There is nothing I can do about this. There will always be that one man who thinks it’s perfectly OK for him to drive a 20 Kmph in peak hour traffic on a Monday morning. There will always be that one smaddy who miggles the road, drives slow, and turns without indicating. Why? Because some people were born without common sense, common courtesy, and the basics of driving on the roads . . . like is buy dem buy dem license without even glimpsing the Road Code Book.
5. I haven’t had a reason to drive fast all year – all 9 days of it.
In fact, the other night my mom asked me to pick up my Granma at the airport. Considering it’s a good 30-45 minute drive, especially with my 60 Kmph speed limit, I told mommy we need to leave earlier than she thought. I was not going to rush to get to the airport, and I am grateful I didn’t, because we ended up waiting over an hour for Granma to emerge. I would have been pissed if I broke my neck to get there and then had to wait.
There really is no need to rush things or drive like a bat out of hell. If I have somewhere to go, I’ll leave in a timely manner taking into consideration my moderate driving, along with the other potential slow-pokes on the road.
The answer is simple . . . leave early, arrive early. Leave late and plan to reach late, hot, bothered, and miserable.