Auckland

So a lot of stuff has been pissing me off the last while. High among the list has been drivers. As a comparative to the prejudicially (if that's a word) ill thought of racism, I am becoming more and more car-cist. Car-cist in the sense that when I see a model and make of a car I automatically harbour disdain towards it - regardless of the driver of whom I can only know through their driving. I'm sure everyone does it. Take for example the Holden Commodore, particularly the older models. When I see one of those I just know it's the sort of car that is going to put their foot down and cruise wherever it wants, usually pissing everyone off. It's like they decide to buy the car, hop in it, put their foot down, and magically their dick grows 12 inches. I just feel like ramming the car off the road and pulling them back to earth - if you race everywhere doing 80km/h in busy Auckland then you are going to hurt people. You won't attract more chicks, you aren't cooler, anyone in any car can put their foot down and go faster, and no, you don't have a bigger dick!

It's not just the endangerment either. How many people feel frustrated when they are sitting on the North Western Motorway in the long queue leading onto the Southern Motorway (which seemingly idiotically the council only allocates a single lane for the lead on to the Southern but two lanes to the hardly used East Port) and some guy cruises up the East Port or Nelson St lanes and cuts into the Southern lead on way up the front. They selfishly and unjustifiably cut the queue, making the people with a conscience who have been waiting, wait longer. It is those sorts of people I just want to ram off the road and introduce them to my ever building frustrations of the wait time in the single lane, as well as the increased frustration with watching them cut lines all the time!

Sadly as more than 50% of the world apparently live in cities Auckland drivers perhaps represent a larger portion of the world than we think they do in NZ. I won't ever ram or hurt someone driving to suit only themselves, but I'm sure someone, somewhere, will.

Sorry bout the use of the word Dick, but couldn't think of another word to use. And honestly, I'm just being honest with what I'm thinking.

My groans.

Jimmy.