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Tins
				 
			I am convinced that most of them exist in a world made up of straight lines, laid out on flat, featureless ground, in grid fashion. All roads end in a controlled junction. There are white lines and neat kerb and channel everywhere, and there are few decisions to be made, as it is all regimented.
So, they choose to make one of the few decisions left to them, and put granny in the car and go for a Sunday drive up to the Dandenongs, where they are constantly startled by the bends and curves, and positively terrified of trees. "Look! There's a tree! Oh no! There's another one!" Still, keeps the brake services busy. 
Most are driving $100K+ cars, but they seem to be some special low power model, as they are incapable of overtaking the many cyclists that can be found doing 10 Kmh up the "occasional" hill they encounter. 
I tend to stay at home on weekends and PHs, as it can take 15 minutes to get out of my street. If they must have "Devonshire Teas", why don't they go and live in Devon?
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