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In fact, we don't deserve a single decent car. As a nation, we deserve nothing but the Daihatsu Sirion.
This snoring 1.0 liter device needs to be reactivated for the nation of inept suckers who have clumsily allowed the government to treat them like cash cows for income. And Australians as a whole can't, to use the indelible expression of a certain V8 supercar driver and advanced road techniques instructor, "drive a greasy stick up a dead dog's ass."
After spending a few days in Sicily to drive this latest example of Marinello splendor, and a few more days in Modena in northern Italy fiddling with a Maserati, I was convinced of two things: such thoroughbred beasts are completely wasted in our country; and what rubbish we have become.
“The police are aware of our presence and there is a speed limit in place,” a Fazza spokesperson reminded us. "We would only say safe driving and knowledge of the conditions."
But while driving conditions in Sicily are as common as in most Australian states, locals can and do drive safely on the open road at speeds that would send the sanctimonious scoundrels who call themselves safety experts in that country into a fit of rage. . couples. The bureaucrats that the government listens to here won't last even a minute.
This does not mean that it is free for everyone. Due care is exercised in urban areas and as the case may be. It helps that Europeans are taught to drive. They learn a lot of useful things, like blocking the fast lane is actually pretty stupid.
Having to do more to get a license than filling out a form, paying a toll and demonstrating the ability to park in reverse improves life on the road more than anyone who has the misfortune of knowing only Australian driving can understand.
Another refreshing contrast, especially in Italy, is that the sight of something special on the road is not about throwing up middle fingers and cursing, but about unbridled joy. There is mutual respect between road users.
In contrast, we have accepted a state of affairs in which we can legally drive at a speed that is lower than in the days of the Pope, despite the fact that cars, although faster, are incomparably safer.
We humbly accept fixed speed cameras without a word of protest, despite overwhelming evidence that they do absolutely nothing to curb traffic and the precise knowledge that they collect hundreds of millions of dollars. And then we dutifully voted for the same crowd.
Perhaps worse than being such a jellyfish-worshipping authority, few of us take responsibility for ourselves and those who ride with us by seeking the qualified training that is by definition required to drive any kind of vehicle. We are not hafta, therefore we are not hunna.
In fact, even Sirion is too good for us.
