Practice a little Car-ma

It has started to become a real effort remaining the calm and rational person I generally am, whilst in the car. If our dashboard had a button for firing rockets it would have worn out long ago.


There is a bemusing Bermuda triangle like field around the suburb of Karori, in Wellington (New Zealand).

I would like to think of myself as a considerate driver, happy to share the road with users of all types. Eager to give and to receive positive actions from the others around me.

It would appear that the majority of vehicle operators (sorry, can’t bring myself to say drivers), need me to stop, get out of my car, approach them with a tray of tea and biscuits, and ask them if they wouldn’t awfully mind joining the traffic in front of me at their next convenience.

Maybe that would work, as currently, flashing my headlights a couple of times (certainly the universal sign in the UK for ‘come on then, out you come’), giving a car and a half of space (to allow the use of some initiative) and gesturing by hand, palm up and waving invitingly over, don’t seem to be working.

For those reading this, if you’re starting to think that all sounds obvious, I guess you need to put in to the mix the other type of vehicle owner out there. This would be the pig ignorant, doesn’t give two tosses what others are doing, happy to be the only car not letting people out, in that alternating (like a zip) fashion that everyone else seems to be able to master, person.

This breed of individual may be the cause for the overly cautious sometimes-fearful residents I mentioned before. I could be being a tad unfair though. Some clearly have medical conditions (over and above the mental issues) that mean that when they stick two inches behind the car in front, they are unable to turn their heads to look at you, deciding to stay firmly focused on what is happening out their windscreen in front. If they can’t see you then you must not exist. Alternatively, it could be that their eyesight is based on movement, similar to the T-rex, hopefully not as hungry, but equally unpredictable. So because they can’t see you moving in their peripheral vision, they don’t realise you’re there at all.

There must be an easy way of educating these two polar opposite groups, without turning the Karori main strip into a badlands reminiscent of Mad Max and the like? Doesn’t feel quite right dropping the c-bomb, which would be second nature and a gratifying statement back on the roads of London, when frustration peaks. I considered creating a name and shame page for inconsiderate road users, but fear that I don’t have a memory card large enough to take all the photos of vehicle back ends to post.

It’s by no means exclusive behaviour and can be observed in other parts of Wellington, New Zealand and probably the World as a whole, it’s just more concentrated and obvious in Karori. I suspect you could be driving down the most desolate dirt road in the most remote part of the Serengeti, come across a t junction (it could happen!), and receive a higher chance of being let out by someone.

There are of course some excellent drivers out there too, those who have passed drivers tests in, shall we say, more reputable countries, that can handle their motor vehicle competently, and I’m not just saying that as I have some close friends who live out there 🙂

How about we all try to treat other road users, as we’d like to be treated ourselves?

Except cyclists of course, those arrogant two-wheeled asses denote their own blog entry all together.

Zebra crossings and traffic lights are for you too!!!