Road Rage

Today I am confessing on the World Wide Web that I might have one of the worst cases of road rage ever!  No, seriously … I made my friend cry.

I am generally a quiet, caring, kind, loving and gentle soul.  I will do anything to make life for my fellow human-being easier.  It’s my nature to support someone going through a tough time in their life.

But …

When I climb into my car and close the door behind me, I transform into a very stiff-necked, alert driver with a VERY bad temper.  Reason for this behaviour is the fact that I bought my very own car in December 2009.  I pay my own instalments and insurance.  Although it’s not a glamorous vehicle, my car is my little piece of gold and I feel the need to protect it.

I am a Capetonian born and bread, but a lot of people will agree with me that the quality of Cape Town drivers is horrible!  They change lanes without indicating, swerve from one side to the other, don’t thank you for giving them a space in traffic, they don’t respect your vehicle’s personal space and speeds right up to the rear of your car, making it feel as if they are sitting on your back seat and listening to your conversation.  If it starts raining no one knows how to drive!  They switch to a state of panic and shock, hence all the accidents during rainy weather.

Taxi’s.  If I see a taxi, I see red.  How on earth is it possible for them to drive anyway they want, pushing you off the road and best of all, they get away with it. 

I know my ranting and raving won’t help the situation, but somehow I feel a bit better, even if passengers in my car and occupants of cars around me look at me in a strange way.  I might not be the world’s best driver, but I do try and keep other people’s safety in mind when driving.  I just wish everyone will do the same.