Hypothetic Mechanic Delay

I read that random person’s blog from Brighton this morning. It truly makes me feel so lucky to live in Hobart. We’ve hardly been touched by the deadly disease spreading across the world. Thank goodness, because if it had properly come to Hobart I’d be too scared to leave the house, let alone chat to the mechanic. Local to Hobart it’s not uncommon for people to have car troubles, and I’m no exception. I’d let my car go, that’s for sure.

That’s part of what makes this deadly disease so scary, other than the death thing. It is stopping life as we know it because people are too afraid to do things, which then causes more death. For example, if I decided to stop getting my car serviced and let my car go as I said, then I’d be opening myself up to my car breaking down, or worse when I was driving. This could lead to anything, which is terrifying. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if people all over Hobart stopped going to get a car service. In the Hobart area, we rely on our cars so much because of minimal public transportation. If we stopped getting services then we’d have cars breaking down left right and centre, which would cause accidents which would then cause deaths.

I know I’ve been harping on about this point for this entire blog post, but it’s just because it really scares me. I seriously thank my lucky stars every day that Hobart is such a remote city on a small Australian island. Otherwise, things could have been so scary. 

Anyway, I guess I just have to let my anxieties go. Talking and thinking about them as much as I do is not good for me. I swear it never ever gets mentioned in Hobart anymore. Everyone is just going on with their lives and I know that I should do the same.

Another road bump

You know how there are all these metaphors that can mean different things in life? For example; left up the creek without a paddle, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush… the list goes on. One that I particularly like is ‘another bump in the road’. It’s so obvious and clear as to what it means. There’s no guessing or wondering what it’s referring to. We’ve all experienced a bump in the road in some way. Some have experienced more and much bigger bumps than others. Then there are also other instances where the bumps we experience are a lot more literal, like the one I experienced the other day. I was driving along the coast, coming home from a week in South Australia. At some point on this drive, I ran over a very definite bump on the road. I’m at a bit of a loss as to what this bump may have been, but I could definitely feel it. For the rest of the drive, I could feel my car buckling. This was just one of many signs my car needs a tyre service. I’m just glad that this happened not too far out of the city and that I was nearly home. Had this happened while I was closer to the South Australian border, or somewhere in the middle, I’d be a bit concerned. The last thing anyone wants is a flat tyre or a breakdown in the middle of nowhere.

I’ve arranged for next Wednesday to be the day that I take my car to the mechanic. Brunswick station is right next to my house so I am not overly concerned about not having my car. I don’t really have many excuses to leave my area most days anyway as I work from home, and whenever I go out I tend to go out in Fitzroy. Besides, no one drives to a night out. That’s why rideshare services were invented!