Pass the Lambo on the left hand side
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skyringChristmas Day. Only eight hours of driving. And I did none of it.
Kerri was playing leapfrog with a Lamborghini on the F3 north out of Sydney. In the 110 km/h section. The speeds got faster and faster as we passed them, and they passed us, and we passed them again.
Must have been up to about 20 km/h before we lost them.
Half of Sydney was on the freeway north. They’d had a leisurely wakeup, ate their breakfast, opened their presents, packed the car and headed off to some place involving beaches and bungalows, barbecues and beer.
We’d left Canberra three hours earlier, made good time until we hit the traffic streaming out of the city, and then we slowed to a crawl and our schedule turned to sludge.
We idled along in traffic, the same cars passing in the other lane until they slowed and we passed them. A few opportunists played the lane change game, but really it was pointless.
Suddenly it all changed, the traffic opened out and we were driving along at the speed limit. Maybe chaos theory can explain it, but I can’t.
We pulled into Gosford an hour late. My sister’s place out in the bush. My mother was there, escaping Rockhampton’s summer humidity. Two nephews, loaded down with new toys and high on Christmas.
Drinks, snacks, playtime, lunch – cold chicken and salad, followed by a sinful cheesecake – a nap on a beanbag for me and a game of table tennis for Kerri.
We talked, enjoyed the children, caught up with everyone’s lives, ate maybe a morsel too much, relaxed in the perfect day, bushclad hills all around, a baker’s half-dozen chooks scratching around, water pistols and light sabres and shrieks from the boys.
Hugs all round and we climbed into the car. They wouldn’t let me drive, and my grown up daughter took the wheel and cruised us back down the empty freeway, all the way through the city, out into the rolling rural landscape on the other side, the sun setting into our eyes, and at last the relief of early dusk in the shadow of the scarp, the grassy flat floor of Lake George stretching out to our left.
A perfect Christmas Day. I’m happy.
And I’ve got Boxing Day off as well, before I get back into the rhythm of driving.
Kerri was playing leapfrog with a Lamborghini on the F3 north out of Sydney. In the 110 km/h section. The speeds got faster and faster as we passed them, and they passed us, and we passed them again.
Must have been up to about 20 km/h before we lost them.
Half of Sydney was on the freeway north. They’d had a leisurely wakeup, ate their breakfast, opened their presents, packed the car and headed off to some place involving beaches and bungalows, barbecues and beer.
We’d left Canberra three hours earlier, made good time until we hit the traffic streaming out of the city, and then we slowed to a crawl and our schedule turned to sludge.
We idled along in traffic, the same cars passing in the other lane until they slowed and we passed them. A few opportunists played the lane change game, but really it was pointless.
Suddenly it all changed, the traffic opened out and we were driving along at the speed limit. Maybe chaos theory can explain it, but I can’t.
We pulled into Gosford an hour late. My sister’s place out in the bush. My mother was there, escaping Rockhampton’s summer humidity. Two nephews, loaded down with new toys and high on Christmas.
Drinks, snacks, playtime, lunch – cold chicken and salad, followed by a sinful cheesecake – a nap on a beanbag for me and a game of table tennis for Kerri.
We talked, enjoyed the children, caught up with everyone’s lives, ate maybe a morsel too much, relaxed in the perfect day, bushclad hills all around, a baker’s half-dozen chooks scratching around, water pistols and light sabres and shrieks from the boys.
Hugs all round and we climbed into the car. They wouldn’t let me drive, and my grown up daughter took the wheel and cruised us back down the empty freeway, all the way through the city, out into the rolling rural landscape on the other side, the sun setting into our eyes, and at last the relief of early dusk in the shadow of the scarp, the grassy flat floor of Lake George stretching out to our left.
A perfect Christmas Day. I’m happy.
And I’ve got Boxing Day off as well, before I get back into the rhythm of driving.
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Date: 2007-12-25 12:33 pm (UTC)Glad you had a great day!
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Date: 2007-12-25 01:58 pm (UTC)Woohoo!!!!
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