Some years ago (OK Lots o' years ago) I had a casual job as a courier driver. Zig-zagging twice a day from out near the airport over too Dandenang and back dropping packages off at obscure locations. Only did it for a week- got really good at "making good time". I didn't realise how fast I was driving thinking it was normal speed until I drove boyfriend of the time to a movie on Friday night. Made pretty good time. Got a good park. Look over to boyfriend sitting white knuckled in passenger seat- holding sissy bar (is that what they are called?)and dashboard and whatever else was handy. Opens one eye to cautiously assess situation. Are we there yet?
No moral to the story, but I can understand courier and trucks not feeling like stopping at another %#$@&* traffic light and change another %&$#@* gear!!! And driving can certainly be fun sometimes.:D But not tailgating in the fast lane of the Burnly tunnel like some daft blond was doing to me once. And quit a lot of men driving black cars. What is it with black cars? Seems its the national sign for A$$#@!!, keep clear. Better still vanish.:(