Transport really is a sport

So I just got my licence back recently after not driving for 6 months. Yes I was naughty, but contrary to popular belief I didn't lose it for driving along singing Bon Jovi too loudly in a residential area. That though, is one of the things I look forward to doing again.. being able to sing along to songs, pick my nose when I want, and possibly travel with very little clothing on..without the strange looks from other commuters. Which, as it turns out, all carry a $285 on the spot fine from Metlink. Oops.

Anyway the demerit points accumulated from way too many fixed speed cameras booking me at insignificant speeds like 103km/hour. So much wasted money in fines, at one stage even 3 times in the one week. I had so many speeding tickets on my desk that I creatively arranged them on a canvas, in the hope that it would earn me a "fine arts" degree. (For those keeping count, that my friend is a really "bad pun".)

Now I'm back driving and it's the little things that are annoying me. Having to fill up petrol, having to contend with traffic, and especially roadwork! Seriously, they are widening all these lanes on the route I take to work... why the hell didn't they get it right the first time when they built it!
Although just quietly, I secretly want to be one of those guys who holds the "Slow" and "Stop" sign. I wonder if it requires intensive training.

But don't get me wrong, driving is much nicer than the train. And the BO is usually a lot better in my car, depending on what I've been doing.
I never know where to look on the train. I usually find I end up with a stare buddy...someone you keep catching looking at you, and vice versa. Normally I kind of just stare out the window, or stare at my own feet. But you are aware this person is staring at you. Occasionally you'll look up and catch them. You're mesmorised by them. You both turn away, but instantly you want to look again to see if they are staring still. It gets interesting when you go through a tunnel, because you can look at the reflection in the window and stare at them. Until they catch you, then you panic and look back at your feet. Then look up again to see if they are still looking. Just like the city loop, it's an endless circle.