The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

NINETEEN EIGHTY SEVEN.

And while there were 25 years where I basically didn’t drive – except when I popped back to England to see Mum from living in Asia – the reality is that while I got the odd parking ticket and got stopped by the odd breathalyser check, I only got 1 speeding ticket in all that time.

In 1991.

And while I bought cars in America and the UK, that single speeding ticket was maintained.

Then I moved to New Zealand.

Despite being here 6 months, I’ve managed to ‘achieve’ the following.

2 x parking tickets.

2 x breathalyser checks.

2 x speeding tickets.

1 x road tax sticker error.

And – last week – I received the ticket for the icing on the cake of my fucked-up, stupid day … where I was caught holding my mobile at a red traffic light while a Police Car was next to me with the police officer staring right at me while I was doing it. [See above]

And while I am guilty of ALL these things, the thing that surprises me is that I’m a much safer … much more conservative and considerate driver than I ever was as a teen.

Which highlights 3 things.

1. I obviously have my mothers Italian genes in my driving style.

2. I am even more amazed I passed my US driving test first time.

3. I now understand why there’s so many episodes of NZ Traffic Police show, Highway Cops.