boy racers turned ambulance chasers

Wednesday, 9th of October, 2019

Take the tiny car from its tiny parking spot,

and do a three point turn. The reverse gear does

not work properly. The vehicle moves back

in jerks, it is hard to control. Drive the car

through the tunnel,

all the other cars are in a

hurry, overtaking, cutting into the lanes,

all a massive expression of haste.

Ten kilometres farther on, take the turn

for the motorway.

It is raining, the windscreen

wipers moving back and forth, the ventilator

blowing air onto the windscreen to take 

away the condensation. The cars ahead are no

more than a mass of blur-edged red lights,

coming closer, then moved away again. It

is not possible to maintain a constant speed.

Big cars have trouble passing the trucks in the

narrow lands of the carriageway beside the

road works. Still, it is possible to move, the

traffic never stops here.

After the roadworks, a car approaches

from the rear flashing it's lights, trying to bully

a clear path for itself. Then there is a flash of

blue lights to the rear, an ambulance making

its way in the rain, followed

by a number

of cars using the free path that it

has generated. Let them all rush past,

boy racers turned ambulance chasers.

The cacophony of sound, the

horn, the rain, all vanish into a

confusion of red and blue, all blurred

by the spots of rain on the windshield,

reflecting in the wet of the road. It will

be light in ten minutes, or so. First

dawn, and everybody in such a hurry.