Okay so this may seem a bit like an exaggeration, and I may seem like a bit of a princess. But it was the day I nearly died and lived to tell the tale. I have just spent the last three days working in Geraldton. Which is a 5 hour drive North of Perth there and a 5 hour drive back, a bit of a trek to be sure, to be sure. A trek I do 3 times a year.
Now the day I nearly died was on the trip home on Friday in the early afternoon, nearly home, thankfully with my wit’s still about me. I am sure it is the packet of Mentos that I scoff to keep me awake on the trip home that helps, sucking and chewing one after the other till they have all disappeared. Then my mouth hurts, but I never learn as I do it every trip.
You have gotta love the truckies on this trip, they are really good and very accomodating, there are the road trains, the semi’s and the larger than large loads carrying mining equipment north, they indicate when it is safe for you to pass them, as you can’t see ahead and they can. You might see them at a truck stop on the way up or down,
a nod and a howdy is usually in order.
Coming back via the Roe Highway, there are two lanes of traffic travelling at 100 kms going in the same direction, a mixture of cars, trucks, vans and utes. I make an effort to stay out of peoples blind spots, speeding up or down so they can see me. However, a chap in a ute, came off the on ramp onto Roe Highway and found himself behind a truck that he couldn’t see past. He was so focused on getting around the truck that he didn’t see me right beside him in the other lane, he continued to move over into my lane.
I honked and swerved, I lost control, wavering all over the place, trying not to hit anyone else, he missed me by a sliver, I gained back control, and continued on with my heart in my mouth for the rest of the trip home. I shook for about an hour after.
He gave me plenty of space, sat behind me for a few miles, came up beside me and acknowledged his mistake. He nodded sympathetically and gave me a sorry wave. I nodded back, cool as a cucumber, though I didn’t feel that way, but I was feeling pretty grown up, I knew he hadn’t seen me, and it was a genuine, mistake.
Like I said I had my wit’s about me, I could see what he was intending to do, and that he wasn’t looking, but I was stuck in amongst traffic and had no where to go. So I get to live for another day.
I am a bit over this travelling lark, for the time being, this is the closest call I have had and I have been on the road for four years, now entering my fifth year.
The morale of the story people is please to look all around you!!!!!!
The trip up to then had been uneventful. In Geraldton when I was there it, blew and blew and blew, constantly, not a good hair day. The doors rattled non stop. I was very jealous when Brittany rang me one night to tell me that it had been raining in Perth for most of the day, and that I had missed it. Then 10 minutes after talking to her, Geraldton had a drizzle, I did a rain dance on the balcony, it was an awesome sight for us rain starved Perthites.
My heart is still reeling for the weather troubles in the East, Sydney had a top of 45.8, poor buggers. When the hell are the fires going to stop?
|How special is this, a corner block in Geraldton, this covers two sides.|