Toyota is the new Volvo

When you are on the road as much as I am you get plenty of time to observe the behaviour of other drivers. Over the last few months I have developed an opinion of the drivers of certain vehicles - their owners generally fit a stereotype when it comes to the way they behave.

For example: If you see a late model 4wd coming up behind you then you learn to not change lanes because they are going to change lanes without indicating and go flying past you at at least 10 kms above the speed limit.

By far the worst drivers on the road though are the people who drive Toyota Avalons or Camry Altises. These people generally have no f$%king idea what they are doing but will do it anyway without any regard for any of the other drivers on the road. I have seen one Avalon driver manage to hold up traffic for three changes of lights for absolutely no reason. Trying to change lanes but the car next to you wont let you in and beeps and abuses you when you do manage to force your way in - bingo - it was a Camry Altise.

I'm not sure how it works, but for some reason the only people who buy these cars are rude arrogant wankers. Probably explains why they are now the car of choice for the Queensland Police Service

Insider Cheese Tip

Sometimes you get to find out where the good stuff is.

The weekend was a good time to be driving a taxi - Nice and busy everywhere.

Fare of the weekend goes to the guys I picked up from the cricket with multiple drop-offs. They were going all over the shop so it worked out to be about a $60 fare which still left me nice and close to where the work was.

The real win though came from the final drop which was just around the corner from my house. The last guy pointed out the house just near his that sells home made haloumi from their shed. Went and saw them yesterday and the haloumi is cheap and sooooo much better than the shit they sell at the supermarket.

Super glad that old mate pointed these guys out to me

Whatever floats your boat

Been pretty slack with using this blog - turns out it's quite hard to think at 4 in the morning after driving for 12 hours straight.

Last night was a funny night.

A couple of nights ago I left my phone in the Taxi and rather than bringing it back to base the day driver dropped it off at lost property at the Airport. Decided to go straight out to the Airport to pick it up. On the way out I was sent a radio job from Hamilton and decided it was worth a shot taking it as they are usually to the Airport anyway. Turned out it was to Newstead and then after that I got another Job straight away back to Coopers Plains. So after an hour I was back where I started from and still didn't have my phone.

My second last job last night was from the City to Woodridge. The two people in the back had obviously decided that it would be fun to root in the back of cab. It is actually surprising hard to driver with the back of the taxi bouncing up and down. Hard to stay focused too - good thing they didn't notice that I missed their exit and had to loop back around, adding about fifteen bucks to their fair.

First ever car accident

Last Sunday was my first ever (and hopefully last) car accident.

Sitting out the front of the Valley cop shop lights when I was rear ended by TWO different pizza delivery drivers. Wasn't a particularly  bad accident but my back is buggered and the taxi was pretty badly hurt too.
To add insult to injury it happened just as I received a message about multiple (500 +) fares waiting at the domestic terminal so I would probably have had a good night.
At least I had a weeks holiday afterwards to give me time to rest and recoup.

Now I just gotta deal with Allianz when I put in my claim

Normal healthy reverse sleep pattern confirmed

I have received expert medical advice that apparently I may have a normal and healthy but completely reversed sleep pattern.

Picked up a doctor who was an expert in sleep from the airport and managed to have a good chat to him as we drove around looking for a chemist that would sell him the special soap he wanted that wasn't available in New Zealand.

He explained to me that not everybodies circadian rhythms run off sunlight like the majority of the populations and that there is a percentage of the population who have body clocks that operate on a different time schedule. I explained my lifestyle, etc to him and he was of the (expert) opinion that I probably did have a reversed circadian rhythm.

I asked him what the best thing to do about it was and he explained that it is perfectly natural and if you can then the best thing to do is to find a way to adjust your lifestyle so that it fits in with your sleep cycle. There are medications that can "fix" it but these aren't very good for you and should only be used if absolutely vital.

He was an expert in his field so I'm going to cling to his advice for dear life. It certainly explained a lot to me

Avoid the valley at all costs

I have a little game I like to play on Friday and Saturday nights trying to see how long I can last without going into the Valley.

Last night was a total win - I didn't make it in there once. Unless of course you count the Tivoli and people going to see the Cyprus Hill concert, which I didn't. The Tivoli is Bowen Hills anyways.

Get to meet much more interesting people by working out in the suburbs and the d#$khead factor decreases significantly. Last night was quite amazing for a Friday - not one d#$khead all night.

Women deserve respect - s$%ts don't

Sometime driving cabs really makes you worry about the future of our country. By far the most annoying and difficult customers to get in the cab are young white women. Last night took the cake though. Got a couple of jobs of young girls out of the Down Under Bar going back to UQ. These girls were stupid rude little sluts (pardon the language but there is no nice word to describe them).

These girls had been out for a night where they were apparently having a competition on who could be the biggest slut. There were all scoring points to see who could hook up with the most guys in a night.

I would assume that these girls were meant to be relatively smart (they had been accepted into university) and from fairly well off families (their parents could afford for them to stay in one of the on campus colleges) but the way they acted it could easily have been assumed they were crack addicted, homeless prostitutes.

I'm just glad they are too young for me and I don't have to try and pick a wife from this bunch. I feel sorry for the guys that do. Thankfully there are more than enough chauvenistic footy players out there so I'm sure they will be fine.