It’s now been just over a year since I conquered my driving phobia, tootling around Birmingham and beyond in my red Nissan Micra, like a live-action version of Noddy (that’s the toytown character, not the lead singer of Slade).
Overall, it’s been a fantastic experience, not least because it’s freed me from the horrors of public transport. But I can’t help but get driven absolutely mad by stupid people on the road who come from the planet ‘thick’.
Here’s a particular example that drives me round the twist:
The Aston Expressway is a 3-lane motorway that is actually a feeder road for 4 different routes out of Birmingham city centre. It is fairly long, and has specific lanes for specific destinations. You use the left-hand lane for the M6 North, the middle lane for the M6 south, and the right-hand lane for local routes to Erdington and Sutton. These are marked on overhead gantries right from the beginning of the Expressway, and intermittently along it too. So why – WHY! – do people sit in the WRONG lane all the way to spaghetti junction, and then decide that they need to change just 100 yards from the point where the road splits? At that point, most people are speeding up because there is less of a likelihood of people changing lanes, but thanks to the one pratt who’s left it to the last second, everyone has to brake hard to accommodate the pillock who’s now slowed to 15mph so he can change lanes in time. It can’t be because they don’t know which lane to use – so why is it? It happens almost every time I drive down it! It drives me MAAD!
And to the person who drove along behind me, beeping their horn because I was patiently sitting behind a learner driver (who was about to turn off anyway) and who I saw virtually run someone off the road in an effort to beat the traffic lights: I hope you contract a case of haemmorhoids so bad that you wince every time you press your foot on the accelerator.
And why is it that Audi and BMW drivers seem to keep their lights on until about midday? It’s light, for god’s sake! Just because you’re wearing sunglasses in October, it doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t see you.
I could go on and sound even more like Victor Meldrew than I do already, but I won’t.