I’m watching the evening traffic come up Punt Road, waiting for a
bus. Relaxed kid in sportscar laughs and points at other cars, his
girl smiles and sinks into their seat. Just behind them a middle-aged
guy looks stressed, mobile phone nestled awkwardly between ear and
shoulder, trying to negotiate the lanes as he talks.
I’m pondering how my life would’ve turned out if I’d learnt to
drive. These days, a myriad of worries prevents me from doing so. But
you can’t help but wonder about it all – choices and roads. Sometimes
you get to the same place by a different route. Sometimes you never
find out what you’re missing.