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U3A Writing: Dream Run

...Too late! Nothing for it but to continue on. Feeling very apprehensive about negotiating an eighteen foot caravan in such circumstances, I gripped the steering wheel and hoped for the best...

Maureen Freeman is no lover of driving on Freeways.

The long journey to the city is a task I only undertake when it is absolutely necessary.

There was one time, when embarking on a caravan holiday, my turn to drive was going well until I realized that the Highway had become a Freeway. There was to be no opportunity to change drivers until we had crossed the city.

Too late! Nothing for it but to continue on. Feeling very apprehensive about negotiating an eighteen foot caravan in such circumstances, I gripped the steering wheel and hoped for the best.

I became aware of the silence that had settled in the car. No words were spoken. No idle chatter. Not even advice on how to cope with the situation.

Wonder of wonders, the worst was over about half an hour later when we reached the turn-off to our destination.

Usually, the trip through the CBD of Melbourne takes over an hour. That day, every light was green and no nasty detours loomed to push the car into an unwilling sidetrack.

I wonder, did the traffic controllers see us coming.

After all it was a dream run.

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