Thursday, 8 May 2014

Baby I can drive my car

Remember the other day when we were talking about whether Aspies can drive?  Well, this one can.  I've covered a lot of miles and had a lot of opportunities I would never have experienced if I couldn't drive.

Living in country Australia, being able to drive is a massively important part of being an independent adult.  Regional and rural communities often have no public transport, or a system that caters predominantly to schoolchildren and retirees.  If you had a business-hours job in one of the main traffic areas of my town you could probably get there and back by public transport, but if that job required shiftwork, or was based in an industrial area, you're out of luck.

Adventures in western NSW

I have a licence that theoretically allows me to drive a Bugatti Veyron down the West Gate Freeway, but I usually just pootle around moderate-sized towns in a tiny automatic.  Occasionally I'll mix it up with a long fang down a highway, preferably a quiet one in the bush rather than the busy Bruce that winds down the coast. 

Driving in cities scares me.  I can cope, more or less, especially if I have a GPS to help me navigate.  (Audio turned off, thank you.)  But I'd rather not.  I don't like cities in general, but I don't like their streets in particular.  It's a combination of the volume of traffic, the speed, and the complexity of the system I'm trying to navigate.  I'm not convinced city drivers as individuals are any more aggressive than their country counterparts, but they seem to be because there are more of them on the road with you.

I can drive, and for that I'm very grateful because in these parts it's very hard to get around if you can't.  That in turn affects your ability to work, study, socialise, and generally have any sort of life at all.  But even so, it's something I do because I have to rather than because I enjoy it.

Bring on the portal technology.