Why is everyone else on the road more important than me?
Published Date:
07 October 2008
WHY does life appear to be one rule for me and one for everyone else?
The law tells me I cannot use my mobile phone while driving. So I don't.
But the other day I counted no fewer than 37 people using their mobiles while at the wheel in the space of less than 20 minutes.
Don't worry, this was not some vigilante-style count-up.
I was simply parked and waiting and had nothing else to do with my time as the radio in the car refused to work.
So, were those 37 drivers of assorted white vans, taxis, cars, trucks and other vehicles somehow exempt from the law?
Certainly not.
And if the law was upheld properly we would need a supplement in this paper to list all those appearing in court for that particular infringement.
The outlawing of mobiles while at the wheel was brought in for a reason.
Last week, studies revealed that talking on a mobile while driving is actually more dangerous than taking to the wheel when slightly over the drink-drive limit.
And don't get me started on the perils of trying to send a text and steer your way round town!
So why does this law never seem to be enforced?
Just about every week, someone I know knows someone who has had a speeding ticket.
I have several friends hanging on the cusp of a driving bad for totting up too many tickets.
But no one ever tells you the story about someone they know who has been fined for chatting away on their mobiles.
Probably because no one wants to admit to being so stupid!
WHILE on the subject of driving, do you have an invisible car?
Until last week I drove around in a car that could only be described as claret.
That, obviously, is one of the more prominent colours in town.
So why could no one see me?
Things had got so bad that when I had the right of way at junctions, I actually stopped because I knew someone would try to wipe me out.
There was also little chance of me ever getting a speeding ticket as I had to slow to a snail's pace around town as every parked car appeared to believe that one flash of an indicator bulb makes my brakes work so I don't crash into them.
Constantly lectured about road rage, I try to be much calmer at the wheel as the years go by.
But when everyone else on the road is apparently more important than me, it is sometimes very hard to keep my cool.
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Last Updated:
07 October 2008 11:30 AM
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Location:
Burnley