It's silly season down here; our local towns are full of tourists on holiday who seem to spend most of their vacations driving. Driving to the shops, driving to the lookouts, driving to the beaches, even driving up to our water supply dam where they spin into the parking lot and spin back out again without leaving their cars.
Last night, while I was stretching, I had SBS War Of The Worlds on and the opening scenes where the aliens attack show multitudes of people fleeing in their cars. Obviously, there is an epic traffic snarl, no-one gets anywhere and the aliens kill everyone. The crazy thing is, after the 2019/2020 bushfire season and now the pandemic, I can so imagine this happening. People who have completely lost the ability to self-locomote sitting in their cars dying while they could literally get out, walk away and live.
I prefer to adventure close to home around this time of year as the traffic snarls on the roads are simply not worth enduring, so I have seen a lot of people sitting in their cars lately. Yesterday, half way around our mountain bike loop while I was sweating blood (I am so out of shape for high intensity mountain biking) in the hot humid weather, I passed a guy who drove into the parking lot, circled around and drove out again.
Yesterday, we had a kayak training day managing to tick over 25 kilometres in about 3.5 hours (we are getting faster), and, when we landed at our home bay, there were a few people sitting in their cars, eating, drinking, scrolling along their devices, doing everything but dying and giving birth in their cars. In our new weird and getting weirder modern world, the automobile, which promised endless freedom has instead become our coffin.
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