Back on the roads II

I've been up and down the Arthurs St Rd 6 times in the past 36 hours, stopped for a magic late spring arvo bay swim on the way home from the hot springs Thursday evening, then swung by Budgie and Cheryl's magnificent new place in McCrae for a glass on the deck and a wander in their beautiful garden.

I'm designated driver for Monday night's Vic Tourism Awards dinner in Melbourne, off to Mark and Ginny's wedding at Phillip Island today ...

Seems I have a life back. Out of it all I have great empathy for the 15 year olds hanging around the general store, or the 80ish year olds shuffling the Rosebud shops strip in their Grosbys - both groups' worlds constricted to a 2km radius, and wholly dependent even within that bubble.

Took to the freeway yesterday to do a photo shoot for a restaurant client ... I'd forgotten just how fun driving is: picture Zeppelin's Ramble On turned up to the ear bleed sort of level that threatened to lift the poncy Peugeot's front end off the bitumen, me with Cheshire cat grin in the passing lane (with an exaggerated point and laugh for the wanker in the BMW who I caught picking his nose) and the door panel being flogged as though it were in a photo finish for the Melbourne Cup.

I've compiled a playlist of 44 hitting-the-road tunes because, with licence reinstated, there's even the option of running another US hire car out of oil.

Now, might just slide down to Ray's bakery at Flinders for brekkie; because I can.

Anyone need a lift?

Back on the roads

Licensed to drive again as of this afternoon

... 18 months and 25 days after the falling down thing.

Road trip.

(But in the meantime it'll be huge just to get myself to work tomorrow, maybe grab milk, check out the beach, get coffee, perhaps even visit people again.)

... liberation. Normalcy.