Viking01
3rd May 2017, 12:09
Morning All,
I wasn't going to do another post for a while, but then something cropped up
today and it seemed like the ideal opportunity for another waffling ramble.
So I thought this morning that we might talk about Situational Awareness.
Firstly, I am aware that this should probably be in the "Rant and Rave" section.
But if I put it there, you might not see it. And we can't have that.
Secondly, I make no claim to be an expert in this area (public disclaimer - tick),
but I do have a few points that I'd like to share with you, which you might find
useful (or not). And the situations might not be all that obvious to the uninitiated.
Anyway, my dearly beloved has to attend a forensic conference at the Te Papa
museum in central Wellington over the course of the next two days. All to do with
drugs and so on. And No, there will not be any free samples to take home ....
And before you ask further, she is involved only in the analysis and reporting of
such products (not the consumption thereof), as she had cause to remind one
lawyer many years ago when he asked a leading question in court.
Anyway, it all started with the question last night as to whether I'd drop her
into town in the morning, so she could get course registration out of the way
and give her a little more time to sit down and read a couple of background
papers.
The reason is unimportant. But the "situationally aware" among you will instantly
realise that the "question" is actually a "request" (almost verging on "instruction"),
and that the right answer is of course, "Yes, my love, anything for you. What time
do you want to go into town ?".
Look, if you failed that one and fell at the first hurdle, then all I can say is that
you still have a lot to learn. You'd better keep reading.
After a quick discussion, she said "7:30am" would be early enough, whereas I
said (suggested) "on the road by 7:10am latest". Why, you ask ?
Well, after the recent earthquakes here in Wellington, car parking has been
reduced, and the usual 7:30am crowd have been slinking in earlier in order
to snaffle up the available car parking spots. And possibly the new Haywards
Hill interchange, which seems to be feeding traffic through marginally faster.
See. "Situation Awareness". And we're not even on the road yet.
Anyway, we managed to get out the door on time this morning, and onto SH2
and merge without incident.
"Of course, sir, please feel free to come and share my lane". "No, don't worry
that your indicator isn't working, and there's probably only just over one car
length free space in front of me". "I'm sure you can JAM yourself in there if
you try".
"And don't bother about a cheery wave to acknowledge my courtesy - courtesy is
way over-rated".
So you can see, after our little BMW X5 episode last week-end, my "situational
awareness" radar is still working just fine.
Oh, and I'd remembered to take my meds as well before we left. Wouldn't want
a psychotic episode out there on the road behind the wheel of a car, would we ?
Note to Toyota: Dispense with car rear indicators - Potential cost savings -
Nobody uses the damn things anyway.
The rest of the trip into town along the motorway was relatively uneventful,
though it was certainly breezy out there on the harbour this morning.
How do I know ? Peripheral vision at its best, or as you-know-who sometimes
calls it, "periferal vision".
We managed to get to Te Papa in relatively good time, and we pulled into the
drop-off area out front of Te Papa, just behind another car doing likewise.
And there was even a nice gap there for the two of us to pull in and drop off
our respective passengers. Well, there was until he stopped right in the middle
of the gap, and left me with my rear end hanging out slightly.
"C'mon mate, just wriggle a few feet further forward, and make room for me as
well". A couple of head-light flashes in the rear view mirror over the next few
seconds elicited no recognition or response.
Note to Toyota: You can also get rid of the rear view mirror while you're at it.
A little horn 'parp', and then we get a heads-up response. "Yes, sir, there is a
car behind you, and yes, sir, your parking does leave a bit to be desired".
"Oh, for God's sake, man. Will you just kiss the woman and kick her out the
car door?". "No, there's no time for tongue; a litle peck on the cheek will do
just fine. Just move, will you ?". Sheesh !
At least my dearly beloved knows the drill.
Yes, I know, CasperNZ, deep breathing, deep breathing .....
Anyway, it was now time to turn around and retrace my steps back along the
waterfront and head home.
Cruising down the quays and thinking just as I approached the Railway Station
that perhaps I should move left in-lane another foot or so just to allow for the
side WIND BLAST that comes racing through across in front of the station.
Too early in the day for Parliament to be sitting - it must be the northerly.
Continue on down the quays in the left lane towards the Westpac Stadium, and
there is a big white campervan (with one of those GCSB surveillance domes on
top) cruising down the right hand lane.
I wonder whether he is really going to go under the motorway up onto the old
Hutt Road, or whether he is going to change into the left hand lane once he gets
closer to the ferry terminal? Maybe I'll just hang back a car length or two and
keep a watch on him.
Whoa !! Sudden indicator flashing, and a very quick swerve in across my nose
in order to make the ferry turn-off. Ohhh, you're a lucky b@#$%&* (well, both
of us for that matter).
Note to NZTA: You really could do with putting up another ferry turn-off sign
closer to the stadium, rather than just the one located barely five car lengths
before the ferry turn-off itself. No, seriously, if there's anyone at NZTA who is
reading this ....
Then up onto the motorway again, and back towards Ngauranga. I know that
the Subaru is reasonably low profile and good in cross winds, but I have to say
those new tyres are certainly working a treat.
Almost home again, but since I needed a few grocery items and it's still so early,
I thought that I'd risk another foray to the supermarket. Yes, I know what you're
thinking - some people never learn.
But the car-park was almost empty (only about 20 cars) and I could park almost
anywhere I liked. And the supermarket aisles were almost empty of customers
as well (mainly just staff stocking shelves).
And when I got to the supermarket check-out, there was only one customer
ahead of me and he was already busy making his payment. Woo hoo ! All done
in ten minutes flat.
But sadly, readers, I couldn't give them a 100% satisfaction score for this visit.
And it wasn't even the supermarket's fault.
You see, as I exited the front doors of Pak n' Save and then approached the
painted pedestrian crossing in the car-park, well, the driver of this little Ford
Fiesta decided that they would try and "beat the trolley" and get across the
crossing in front of me. With barely 2 feet in front of me to spare. Really ??
Luckily, a quick glance towards the approaching driver (who was certainly not
looking in my direction) and the sound of rising engine revs was enough to give
the game away. And our paths did not cross.
But don't worry. I've got your number (plate) and I'm confident that we'll meet
again (if you know what I mean). Thinks he with evil grin. Heh, heh, heh ...
I wasn't going to do another post for a while, but then something cropped up
today and it seemed like the ideal opportunity for another waffling ramble.
So I thought this morning that we might talk about Situational Awareness.
Firstly, I am aware that this should probably be in the "Rant and Rave" section.
But if I put it there, you might not see it. And we can't have that.
Secondly, I make no claim to be an expert in this area (public disclaimer - tick),
but I do have a few points that I'd like to share with you, which you might find
useful (or not). And the situations might not be all that obvious to the uninitiated.
Anyway, my dearly beloved has to attend a forensic conference at the Te Papa
museum in central Wellington over the course of the next two days. All to do with
drugs and so on. And No, there will not be any free samples to take home ....
And before you ask further, she is involved only in the analysis and reporting of
such products (not the consumption thereof), as she had cause to remind one
lawyer many years ago when he asked a leading question in court.
Anyway, it all started with the question last night as to whether I'd drop her
into town in the morning, so she could get course registration out of the way
and give her a little more time to sit down and read a couple of background
papers.
The reason is unimportant. But the "situationally aware" among you will instantly
realise that the "question" is actually a "request" (almost verging on "instruction"),
and that the right answer is of course, "Yes, my love, anything for you. What time
do you want to go into town ?".
Look, if you failed that one and fell at the first hurdle, then all I can say is that
you still have a lot to learn. You'd better keep reading.
After a quick discussion, she said "7:30am" would be early enough, whereas I
said (suggested) "on the road by 7:10am latest". Why, you ask ?
Well, after the recent earthquakes here in Wellington, car parking has been
reduced, and the usual 7:30am crowd have been slinking in earlier in order
to snaffle up the available car parking spots. And possibly the new Haywards
Hill interchange, which seems to be feeding traffic through marginally faster.
See. "Situation Awareness". And we're not even on the road yet.
Anyway, we managed to get out the door on time this morning, and onto SH2
and merge without incident.
"Of course, sir, please feel free to come and share my lane". "No, don't worry
that your indicator isn't working, and there's probably only just over one car
length free space in front of me". "I'm sure you can JAM yourself in there if
you try".
"And don't bother about a cheery wave to acknowledge my courtesy - courtesy is
way over-rated".
So you can see, after our little BMW X5 episode last week-end, my "situational
awareness" radar is still working just fine.
Oh, and I'd remembered to take my meds as well before we left. Wouldn't want
a psychotic episode out there on the road behind the wheel of a car, would we ?
Note to Toyota: Dispense with car rear indicators - Potential cost savings -
Nobody uses the damn things anyway.
The rest of the trip into town along the motorway was relatively uneventful,
though it was certainly breezy out there on the harbour this morning.
How do I know ? Peripheral vision at its best, or as you-know-who sometimes
calls it, "periferal vision".
We managed to get to Te Papa in relatively good time, and we pulled into the
drop-off area out front of Te Papa, just behind another car doing likewise.
And there was even a nice gap there for the two of us to pull in and drop off
our respective passengers. Well, there was until he stopped right in the middle
of the gap, and left me with my rear end hanging out slightly.
"C'mon mate, just wriggle a few feet further forward, and make room for me as
well". A couple of head-light flashes in the rear view mirror over the next few
seconds elicited no recognition or response.
Note to Toyota: You can also get rid of the rear view mirror while you're at it.
A little horn 'parp', and then we get a heads-up response. "Yes, sir, there is a
car behind you, and yes, sir, your parking does leave a bit to be desired".
"Oh, for God's sake, man. Will you just kiss the woman and kick her out the
car door?". "No, there's no time for tongue; a litle peck on the cheek will do
just fine. Just move, will you ?". Sheesh !
At least my dearly beloved knows the drill.
Yes, I know, CasperNZ, deep breathing, deep breathing .....
Anyway, it was now time to turn around and retrace my steps back along the
waterfront and head home.
Cruising down the quays and thinking just as I approached the Railway Station
that perhaps I should move left in-lane another foot or so just to allow for the
side WIND BLAST that comes racing through across in front of the station.
Too early in the day for Parliament to be sitting - it must be the northerly.
Continue on down the quays in the left lane towards the Westpac Stadium, and
there is a big white campervan (with one of those GCSB surveillance domes on
top) cruising down the right hand lane.
I wonder whether he is really going to go under the motorway up onto the old
Hutt Road, or whether he is going to change into the left hand lane once he gets
closer to the ferry terminal? Maybe I'll just hang back a car length or two and
keep a watch on him.
Whoa !! Sudden indicator flashing, and a very quick swerve in across my nose
in order to make the ferry turn-off. Ohhh, you're a lucky b@#$%&* (well, both
of us for that matter).
Note to NZTA: You really could do with putting up another ferry turn-off sign
closer to the stadium, rather than just the one located barely five car lengths
before the ferry turn-off itself. No, seriously, if there's anyone at NZTA who is
reading this ....
Then up onto the motorway again, and back towards Ngauranga. I know that
the Subaru is reasonably low profile and good in cross winds, but I have to say
those new tyres are certainly working a treat.
Almost home again, but since I needed a few grocery items and it's still so early,
I thought that I'd risk another foray to the supermarket. Yes, I know what you're
thinking - some people never learn.
But the car-park was almost empty (only about 20 cars) and I could park almost
anywhere I liked. And the supermarket aisles were almost empty of customers
as well (mainly just staff stocking shelves).
And when I got to the supermarket check-out, there was only one customer
ahead of me and he was already busy making his payment. Woo hoo ! All done
in ten minutes flat.
But sadly, readers, I couldn't give them a 100% satisfaction score for this visit.
And it wasn't even the supermarket's fault.
You see, as I exited the front doors of Pak n' Save and then approached the
painted pedestrian crossing in the car-park, well, the driver of this little Ford
Fiesta decided that they would try and "beat the trolley" and get across the
crossing in front of me. With barely 2 feet in front of me to spare. Really ??
Luckily, a quick glance towards the approaching driver (who was certainly not
looking in my direction) and the sound of rising engine revs was enough to give
the game away. And our paths did not cross.
But don't worry. I've got your number (plate) and I'm confident that we'll meet
again (if you know what I mean). Thinks he with evil grin. Heh, heh, heh ...