Driving Miss Crazy
How you approach driving in Sydney says something significant about your psychological make-up. Some people love the chaos of the streets that run in every direction, the unexpected twists and turns, the Harbour which appears randomly around every corner and the narrow lane-like roads.
Me? Give me the ordered layout of Melbourne’s grid anytime.
Today I drove in Sydney for the first time. It was only across two suburbs, but with the street directory perched precariously on the passenger seat, I had to pull over about five times to work out where I was. Normally I have a very good sense of direction. In the past I’ve managed to navigate impeccably on holidays in several states and countries while The Poolboy drives. But Sydney does my head in.
Now I feel in need of a bex and a good lie down.
