A Sydney whinge

With the Sydney Moaning Socialist reporting that 1 in 5 Sydneysiders wants out, I'll share my 'grumpy old man' style account of my trip to Sydney yesterday - a reminder that I'm glad to be out of town!

Had to drive to Rockdale to get the mobile phone fixed (another whinge in the making there... 'update your phone via the internet' morphs into major disaster needing a trip to Rockdale... and it's a common problem!). (And an additional whinge about spending a day off in such a boring way!)

P-platers zooming past at well above the speed limit.

Tailgaters in the 50 zone at Heathcote... the very same idiots holding me up in the right hand lane doing 90 in the 110 zone further back...

Then there's the vintage VW ute (you know, the Kombi thing with the fold down sides)... looked great, but if he goes so slow, why did he have to pull out in front of my at the red light at Sylvania, only to be the last vehicle to get going? When I, and the 25 cars behind me, got around him, only then did he move to the left lane for Tom Ugly's Bridge!

How about the nut case in the rubbish truck who nearly wiped Zoe and me out. We were turning right from West Botany St into Marsh St, Kyeemah. There are two lanes; both are right-turn lanes with the left lane also allowing traffic to continue along West Botany St to the Princes Highway at Arncliffe.

Anyway, we're turning right legitimately from the left lane, following a truck, when there is this blast from a horn. Another truck comes from behing, goes around us and continues up West Botany St. The driver stops past the intersection and leans out his window and gesticulates madly. Get this: he is abusing my for making a right turn from a right-turning lane, when he tried to go straight from a right turning lane on the outside of me. What a moron. 10 minutes later I heard on the radio that a truck hit a car on the Princes Highway at Tempe... couldn't help wondering if it was my new friend.

Glad to be back in God's country.