Hey! What's up on our roads? What's going on out there?

I’m having a ‘Howard Beale from Network (1976)’ moment again …

First ... let me just state this for the record: I LOVE to drive! I just LOVE it. I'm in no way reckless, I'm happy to abide by speed limits and the rules of the road. Now, having said that ... I have a question.
Actually a few questions ...
What the hell is going on with some people? What’s the problem? Why is it that as soon as they get behind the wheel of a car – they turn into demons?

I’ve already heard [and read] several possible reasons that could account for road rage:

drivers got up late and they’re in a rush to make their daily commute [try getting out of bed earlier].

Passengers they might be traveling with are pissing them off – for whatever reason [pull over somewhere safe and refuse to move until they behave].

They’re tired [try going to bed earlier the night before].

Something pissed them off that day [doesn’t give you right to take it out on other drivers].

They’ve taken meds, or had a drink [in which case you have no right driving a car in the first place].

They’re nervous drivers [so get some extra lessons to build up your skills and confidence].

Pissed off with their life [oh, yeah? … like any of us have it perfect. If you’re unhappy with your life, then identify the parts that are the problem and fix it … but don’t take it out on other drivers].

The reason I writing this is that last week, after getting the sharp end of another driver’s tongue, it got me thinking.

First time it happened … I paused to give way to traffic at a T-junction. It was a busy main road. A transit van pulled up behind me and the driver thought it was smart to honk his horn repeatedly, in a useless attempt to force me to move out onto the road. There was no way I was going to risk that, especially not at his behest and impatience. I looked back at him in the mirror and was shocked to see him smirking with both hands clasped behind his head. He looked to be in his late-20s, or early-30s, old enough to have more sense. I couldn’t see for sure, but I reckoned that he had to have had his foot raised and was pressing down on the horn with that. Idiot! I ignored him, even with other drivers and pedestrians looking my way to see what all the commotion was over. I waited for a safe gap in the traffic and then – and only then – moved out of the junction.

Second time … was - again - while paused at a T-junction, in a different part of the city. This time the guy driving the Volvo behind me didn’t honk his horn, he swung out into the opposing lane, pulled up alongside my car, glared right at me and did what comedian Billy Connolly rightfully referred to as: ‘the disapproving mouth’: he puckered his lips up so tight his mouth resembled what an asshole might look like with a slice of lemon stuck up it! Then, after all that, he still had to wait at the junction – in the wrong lane! – because the cross traffic was too heavy at that moment and there wasn’t a safe enough gap between vehicles to move out onto the road. When I did pull out, he made a left turn, heading in the same direction I was. I followed for less than half a mile and then saw him pull into a garage for fuel … like he couldn’t have just waited patiently at the junction!

Third time was last week … I turned a corner and there was a middle-aged woman parked in the road, just sitting there looking right me. I couldn’t tell what she was going to do so I pulled up partially alongside her, but I couldn’t pass because the rear end of her vehicle was over the white line and blocking my way. I didn’t want to swerve and mount the curb, so I slowed to a stop, looked at her, and gestured that I wanted to drive forward.

She glared at me and shouted: “I WANT TO GET INTO MY DRIVEWAY! MOVE YOUR F*****G CAR, YOU F*****G B*****D!”

Wow! Nice lady!

I glanced at the front of her car and, sure enough, she didn’t have her direction indicators on. I was off school the day they taught mind-reading, so consequently I had no idea why she was parked the way she had been, with the rear of her car at such an angle over the white line and, in the seconds that followed, while I was still stunned and wondering why the hell she was being so rude, nasty, and letting fly at me with foul language, before I could tell her that she was in fact BLOCKING MY WAY, she moved her car and drove around me.

I didn’t say anything, or make any kind of hand gesture … although I admit it did pass my mind … and I’ve been told that I resemble the pic below:

But I didn't flip her 'the finger' - even though tempted - I just let it go and continued on my way.

However, I thought about it through the rest of the day.

Was there any need for her to sound off at me like that?

Why all the aggression, bad attitude and foul language?

Why did she have a short fuse?

That incident was mild, but it was still an example of road rage.

Many people would have given her a mouthful right back. Maybe something along the lines of:

“Hey! You [EXPLETIVE DELETED] [EXPLETIVE DELETED]! You just made my [EXPLETIVE DELETED] day. I don’t know what your [EXPLETIVE DELETED] problem is and I don’t much [EXPLETIVE DELETED] care. We’re total [EXPLETIVE DELETED] strangers. I’ve never seen you before in my [EXPLETIVE DELETED] life. After this brief, [EXPLETIVE DELETED] unpleasant encounter, I sincerely [EXPLETIVE DELETED] hope I never see your miserable [EXPLETIVE DELETED] face again. Good [EXPLETIVE DELETED] luck to you. I wish you [EXPLETIVE DELETED] well, even though you’re obviously a [EXPLETIVE DELETED] [EXPLETIVE DELETED]. Maybe next [EXPLETIVE DELETED] time you won’t take up the entire [EXPLETIVE DELETED] road, stick to your own [EXPLETIVE DELETED] lane and maybe even [EXPLETIVE DELETED] think to use your [EXPLETIVE DELETED] direction indicator. [EXPLETIVE DELETED] you very much! Now [EXPLETIVE DELETED] off!” 

Inconsiderate and careless drivers do annoy me, especially those who drive one-handed, a phone, map, sandwich, drink – whatever – in the other. If you want to make a call, check your direction, or have a meal – get off the road, park up somewhere first! Also those who don’t maintain a safe distance – there’s no need whatsoever to drive like your front bumper is welded to my exhaust pipe. I don’t really buy the ‘territoriality’ argument of drivers treating their car as their territory. Your car is on a road … a road you have to share with other drivers … a road you don’t own … so get used to the idea!

Get your mind right before you set off on your journey. If something’s bothering you, leave it at home, or stay off the road until you're calm enough to drive. If you’re on the road and someone or something pisses you off – then KEEP CALM. Take a breath. BREATHE! THINK before you do anything you might regret! Maintain a legal speed. Try having a sense of humor about things. If someone flips a finger and insults you – let it go! Ignore them. Slow down, let them pass, and give them the road. Be the bigger and more mature person.

To those who have already lashed out at me on the road – and those I have yet to encounter – whatever the reason – go to anger management groups … but don’t give me your road rage!

As a movie buff I recommend the following two movies on the subject of road rage and its consequences:

Duel (1971) and Road Rage (1999):

Libraries ... an endangered species?

I’m known to have my ‘Howard Beale moments’, particularly when something in the news pisses me off, sending me into one of those: “Where the hell is it all going – or has it all just gone to hell?” rant.

For those who don’t know: Howard Beale (pictured left) was a character brilliantly played by Peter Finch in Sidney Lumet’s movie Network (1976), also starring William Holden, Faye Dunaway, Robert Duvall, and Ned Beatty. Superbly written by Paddy Chayefsky, it’s a sharp satire on the TV industry and media manipulation of the viewing masses. Those lucky enough to watch that underated gem of a movie will never forget the scene where Howard Beale launches into one of his many rants and instructs the watching TV audience to: “Stick your head out of the window and yell: ‘I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GONNA TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’”

I’ve felt like doing exactly that many times over the years.

So, as I begin my own ‘Howard Beale moment’, allow me to also get a little nostalgic and sentimental over libraries. What prompted me was a news story that angered me: the possibility of many libraries closing because of cuts to public services. Does this sound trivial? Compared with far worse things happening in the world – maybe so, but they still play an important role in the community and there’s a knock-on effect to future generations who will lose out if libraries are allowed to be closed.

I love libraries.

I always have.

There’s something about those places.

They’re quiet … warm … they have tables and seats … shelves in multiple rows … all filled with books … multitudes of books! These days, they also stock CDs and DVDs, along with the latest newpapers, magazines and editiorials … but it’s the books that make the libraries the places they are.

I discovered the silent magic of libraries as a young child, as I walked around in awe of all those rows of books, those volumes filled with words, so much knowledge and imagination stacked, ordered and alphabetized according to author … all waiting to be discovered, read and absorbed.

I’ve spent many, many hours in libraries, enjoying the peace, the scent of the books around me. The older the book, the more distinct the odour of the paper becomes.

I’ve spoken before about the value of reading, and I will undoubtedly speak about it again in the future, because there is so much value in it. It’s important and vital to a child’s education to teach them to read as early as possible.

Sadly, for those living on a tight budget, books are a luxury they can’t afford. This is where the value of a public library can’t be measured. Register with the local library, get a library card and you can borrow all those books – for FREE! It doesn’t get any better than that.

It’s ironic that the media celebrates the anniversaries of classic author’s births and deaths, but so many people may be denied the pleasure of discovering those authors’ books because they won’t have access to a library. Future generations, along with many people today, might also be denied that pleasure.

I was a teenager during the 1980s and back then it was a hard time set to get harder. Unemployment was high and set to get higher. Kids had little to do and nowhere to go because many youth clubs had been closed down due to public service cuts.

Sound familiar?

Luckily for me, I had a dream: I wanted to be a writer.

That dream kept me from hanging around the streets in the rain, with other kids I knew back then who just wanted to get into trouble. I worked towards my personal dream in the library, which became my own quiet haven from the distractions of the outside world. It was a simple and valuable pleasure, sitting quietly in that warm place, surrounded by so much knowledge, having free access to so much literature, both classic and contemporary, text books and novels. It was the perfect place to finish up school homework assignments, write my own stories, read, and just enjoy the peace. I watched people of all ages come and go. Parents with young children, loaning books for themselves and early ‘readers’ for their youngsters, youths my own age and older students using the library to further their education, adults and senior citizens, returning books, reading the newspapers, using the place to meet their friends, while they chose other books to loan. Local reading and creative writing groups also met there.

My teen-era haven eventually became my character Jack Parrish’s haven in my book, Wrath and Remembrance.

Jack uses the library for different reasons: to read up on past events in the hope to fill the gap his amnesia has left and to be able to relax while keeping out of the way of his violent, alcoholic foster father.

Feeling content in my solitude, I settled myself at one of the desks and hid away from the world for a while. – Wrath and Remembrance, chapter 9.

 

The recent news of library closures, again due to government spending cuts, or whatever other reason, is nothing new. I remember entering a library during the early ‘90s. One of the librarians was sitting despondently at the entrance with a counter in her hand, clicking it every time someone walked in. She was worried back then about the security of her job because the word was out that if there weren’t enough people actually using the library, [they] could use that as an excuse to close it, put those librarians out of a job, and redirect the money … elsewhere.
Funny how history has a way of repeating itself.

There is nothing new, except what has been forgotten. – Marie Antoinette

One of the recent arguments in favor of library closures is the invention of ebooks, but that seems like a lame excuse to me. With so much going digital, will every library in the world close up for good and be consigned solely to cyberspace? After all, not everyone can afford to have their own computers and access to the internet in their homes. Many simply can’t afford to buy books, so access to libraries is vital as a resource to many children’s early tutoring. Many of the elderly and disabled have travel restrictions, so a local library is also important to them. You can’t put a price on the importance a local library has to the community as a whole.

The voting public need to speak up, protest and hold on to the library service. It’s a raw deal for all considering that they raise taxes, freeze pay rates, raise the cost of living and what it results in is people are poorer, have to shell out more to the system and get less for their money.

What a great system!

If those in power do go ahead and take this service away, then the public need to remember it come voting time … and make sure it isn’t forgotten in the future.

All this vacuous talk of cost-cutting from fat-cat millionaires at the top just doesn’t convince me.

Time will tell if libraries survive.

To say that the possibility of public libraries being closed down both saddens and angers me in equal measure is an understatement.

Is the right to access to free literature too much to ask for?

Is the right to read set to be a privilege only the rich can afford?

So … to end with the question of if libraries were animals would they be an endangered species? … Tell me it isn’t so!

What a sad loss to society that would be.