I jumped off the plane at 6am last Saturday from a holiday overseas.
I won’t say where I was because if I do you’ll Google the road toll in that country and my argument will crumble in a jumble of terrible statistics.
But trust me. I think I’m on to something here. In my Mysterious Offshore Destination, the speed limit is 120km/h .
Some of the cars on that country’s roads can handle that speed limit, some of the cars can reach that speed faster than you can read this sentence, but some of the cars can’t get there without shaking off their wing mirrors.
Inevitably, I found myself zooming down a state highway at the top speed and closing in on a rust bucket shuddering along at 90km/h.
And then something remarkable happened.
The slower car in front pulled on to the shoulder to let me past. Then I copied what I’d seen other motorists in that country do. After I passed, I flicked my hazard lights to say thank you. The other driver flicked their headlights to acknowledge me.
And that’s how I spent the rest of my time behind the wheel: flicking lights to other drivers to say either “thank you” or “you’re welcome”.
It’s because I got used to courteous driving that I found getting into my car in Auckland so frustrating.
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