Driving home from work is akin to experiencing life. The hard labour of push to get past the first signal, then a happy jostle like a kid with a bit of rough and tumble over the flyover. Then like a teenager, I squeeze thro’ a narrow stretch with many vehicles attempting to go forward in the moving jam, before I hit the wide roads, speedy and breezy like mid 30s. A botched up traffic signal and huge road digging creates a mid life crisis, and closer home it is slow and dark like the senior years.
sillyconCity roads are great nah, it teaches life philosophy.