Country road take me home

A very dear friend called me the other day to tell me that her family had found the most perfect home in the same village that we live in.  The pair of us were very excited, but, she said she wanted to know, truthfully, if the driving was too hard.  Given the current economic climate and the cost of fuel and various unknowns ahead of all of us mortgage belters, it was a more appropriate question than the standard most commonly asked by friends when we first moved out here 3 years ago: “Isn’t the driving a problem?”

First, a reality check.  Our nearest city, Canberra (the capital of Australia, BTW) is between 18 and 40 minutes away depending on the time you leave the house.  In actual cities, this can be the time it takes to get to the next suburb.  So straight away, it isn’t bad at all.  But for the first, very hot summer we lived in Murrumbateman the trip from Canberra home seemed like an hour.  The trip into Canberra never seemed as long, but returning home with tired kids and full bladders, it seemed a little difficult and there were a few times in that first month, where you would have seen a sweaty crazy woman gesticulating madly and pulling over, to cool down while she ordered her children to repeatedly drone the mantra “The car is a deadly weapon; the driver has the right to concentrate at all times…”

Take comfort: that didn’t last long.

Driving through the country side is a pleasure.  Let me enumerate (I’m feeling all worded up today) the joys:

1. You can watch.  You look out the window (yes, the one in front of you with the road in it) and notice things like the effect of the light on the landscape, the seasons change: from lambs gambolling and growing up, to the fields of flowers and colors of leaves.  You will notice these (you VILL NOTICE!!) and I dare you not to feel a little closer to Mother Earth when you do.

2. You can capitalise on the time by listening to podcasts, writing blogs in your head, enjoying your music, organising your thoughts, rehearsing a speech or conversation that is a bit tricky. 

3. The kid who says only a sentence to you a day is trapped with you, and for some strange reason, this lubricates the jaw some.  What I’m saying is you can have some nice, unexpected conversations with your kids.  I don’t know if it’s the fact that you have to keep your eyes on the road instead of searching their face like spotlights for signs of drug use, or they just think out loud, or perhaps they hate your music so bad, they’d rather talk over it – but a kid in the car is 5 times chattier than a teen in the house.

4. You can plan your day, or your evening ahead without the jolt of oh-shit-traffic-lights or is that little old lady going to walk out? Heck yes!  You’re on softly curving country roads, you watch the traffic in front of you and you glimpse the sunset from time to time.  And you think without the distraction of things coming at you from every corner.

5. You and your kids will very quickly appreciate travel time in general.  Our kids don’t really ask “are we there yet?”  cause they’ve figured out travel isn’t instantaneous…we’re there when we stop the car and get out. 

6.  Kids learn to amuse themselves in the car when the trip is too short for the DVD.  Of course, sometimes it is because they’re playing ‘guess what roadkill that is’, but that’s life Baby.

7. On the trip home, this is a good time to unwind and leave your stresses in the city traffic.

8. With a hands free kit, this can be a great time to catch up with someone.  Not so much for me, but SH likes to do this.  He pretty much uses this as excuse to chat until he has driven up to our gate – so then he can casually say “Could you send one of the kids out to open the gate for me?”  I think it’s mean.

9. To make the most of driving into the city, you become more organised.  If one of the children has a birthday party or sport function to attend on the weekend, we figure out what shopping needs doing, who needs haircuts, what opshops are open, and if my parents are going to be home and whether there’s any cake at their house.

10. As soon as I post this I’ll think of a ten.  In the meantime I hate the uneveness of having thought up only nine things, so …oh, I know!  If you need an excuse to leave a meeting/social event/bad date/boring dinner party; or if the party has overtaken you and the drunks are no longer comprehensible you can, perfectly legitimately, say “I have to go, I have a long drive home ahead of me.”  This sounds trite, but believe me, it’s valuable, used often and, well, true.

Now, I don’t know what the theories are for the amount of fuel used for long continuous driving as opposed to the start stop type stuff we do in the city, but the difference of 30 kilometres in 20 minutes versus 15 kilometres in 45 is a deal breaker for me.  I like driving, but I like it less once I hit the city and believe me, my friend, the diriving is not a problem at all.  It’s a pleasure.  Now get your moving truck ready and get your bum out here!

8 thoughts on “Country road take me home

  1. Congratulations on your old friend becoming the new neighbour!

    I’m pretty sure that some of — most of? — our best conversations have been when E.g. and I are on the road together, so maybe the phenomenon isn’t limited to minors.

  2. ABsolutely, Lavenderbay, SH and I often have our most constructive discussions in the car. Having said that, one thing I forgot to mention is that it is a great way to learn about companionable silences too. Just enjoying the view.

  3. This is what driving was like back in upstate New York. It took us 45 minutes to get anywhere, but it was open highway (I almost said “freeway” but we don’t have “freeways” in New York) and the driving was easy. Out here in California, it’s anything but.

    Thank heaven for podcasts! I spend more time with Leo Laporte than with my wife …

  4. Dennis, my sister just returned from her trip and was telling me about the driving – you guys are BRAVE! SH loves his podcasts too; sometimes I wonder where on earth he gets all the topics of conversation that he does!

    Agreed, Rhubarb! ABsolutely agreed!

  5. For a couple of years, I lived in a hamlet about 20 minutes away from my work in a relatively small town… it was small in the sense that it was easy to go from town to country, without miles of suburbs to negotiate on the way. I knew exactly when the stress would fall off my shoulders, that moment when I drove through the “hole in the wall” under the railway track and turned the tight corner to a view of open fields running down to the lake. So, yes to everything you’ve said, especially to the unexpected gifts of nature and the slow sweet pleasure of the unwinding country road.

  6. As a fellow Murrumbatemanian(?) I fully agree that the drive into Canberra is just right. No further than driving from any other Canberra suburb to a different Canberra suburb! We moved here from Queanbeyan in January and we love every bit of it.

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