We have a car. It’s red. A Hyundai i30. It’s got a USB port and also a CD player. And of course the radio. Three ways to enjoy music.
As soon as we got here all I wanted to do was drive. Driving is something I’m really excited about doing now that I’ve left New York. People do own cars in New York, but in the eight years I lived there I only drove the occasional U-Haul or rental car. Or large moving trucks, a couple times. I once backed a large moving truck into a van in the flower district, demolishing the side mirror as the van’s driver stared in disbelief. That someone would just back a truck into his van like that.
I’m glad I don’t drive moving trucks anymore, and if I have to drive them in Melbourne, I imagine it will be slightly easier, except for the whole thing about driving on the left side of the road, and the steering wheels being on the right side of vehicles. That gets confusing, and whenever I turn into a road, I have to really think about what I’m doing. It’s not automatic for me yet.
The great thing about my wife’s hometown, Whittlesea, is the openness of it, the endless roads that you can stay on forever, and if my wife’s not in the car with you, you can drive pretty fast. And also play the new TOOL album really loud. Out the window there are large fields with black cows in them, or horses wearing blankets to keep warm. There are signs on the road with kangaroos drawn on them, telling you to look out for kangaroos. I never see kangaroos when I’m driving, but I do occasionally see them dead on the side of the road, often with a bit of orange spray paint on their bellies to indicate that their pouches have been checked for roos. I also see dead wombats. Never live wombats.
I really need to internalize the rules of the road here. Leaving the gym the other day, I turned onto the right side of the road. Another car was coming down the street at me on the left side. One of us was wrong. Luckily there was a place for me to pull my car off the road before we collided. Didn’t tell my wife about that one.