Toowoomba to Brisbane is like kamikaze-driver training
THE time is 7.30am, it's pouring rain and limited visibility and I have just started manoeuvring my way to Brisbane. Note I said manoeuvring not travelling.
Now I have just had my eyes checked and now sporting new glasses so I know my eyesight should be OK, but I have to tell you I doubted this fact for awhile.
You see I was being passed by vehicles travelling at break neck speeds like they had a life changing emergency to get to.
And don't get me started on the number of trucks on the road and some of their drivers.
Not one or two at a time . . . at one stage, six trucks, one after the other, passing me, only for a couple to pull up in front of me and put on their brakes to slow them down.
To say at times I was really rattled would be an understatement.
To be fair though there were some crazy drivers behind the wheel of their cars as well.
Did I have the speed limits wrong? Was I driving like Miss Daisy? Gee I hope not I would never live that one down.
And forget the road rule of staying in the left lane unless passing. Someone forgot to tell some of the other drivers that.
Thank you to the truck drivers who decided to pass each other only to stay abreast for several kilometres.
Maybe they were having a catch up, maybe deciding on where their next truck stop would be . . . whatever . . . I wasn't the only driver though steaming up the windows of my car from the heated air inside.
Now I don't get rattled driving, in fact I love driving, and I freely admit that I am no saint on the road at all times either . . .sometimes my foot has a mind of its own, gets a bit tired and heavy and to coin a phrase "puts the pedal to the metal", but really, do some drivers brains go on a holiday when driving, especially in these treacherous driving conditions.
Plus add to the toxic mix of lunatic drivers, heavy rain and fog, trucks and cars with no lights on, even some with only one light working . . . well lets just say at times I thought it just may be beneficial for me to start wearing some DEPEND pants when I travel, just in case I lose control!
Where were my boys and girls in blue when I needed them?
Well I was more than pleased to eventually arrive at my destination. I was definitively in need for not one but two or more drinks (medicinal of course) to settle the nerves.
I have a few days now before I hit the roads back to Toowoomba again, so maybe I should invest in a defence driving course or should that be learning to be a kamikaze driver.
Better still I wonder if my friends in blue would give me and escort home to save my sanity?