Objects In The Rear-view Mirror
// December 5th, 2005 // Photos // 1,600 views
Almost stranger than fiction, our beloved taxi drivers are at it again. If you should happen to venture out in the woods today, you’re in for a big surprise. For there you shall find our taxi drivers, darting through traffic, heading for an untimely demise.
These images were captured at the corner of Jan Smuts Avenue and Buckingham, a road I have to frequent daily during my commute to work and back.
These damn taxi drivers decided that the traffic lights were taking too long and that they would “floor it” past everyone in the oncoming traffic lane.
One day is one day…..
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7 Responses to “Objects In The Rear-view Mirror”
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I know what you mean daedalus, hijacking cars and selling them is hard dangerous work. What drives me absolutely nuts is when they decide to stop with out notice in front of stop streets or robots. Nice blog Aquila
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I also think it’s the fault of the commuters in the taxi…”err, just let me out at the next stop.”
Thanks for stopping by Martinj – shweet looking blog you have there. Drop by often!
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Grrrrr, I get so mad at just the thought of driving through JHB traffic again. I don´t envy your journey at all. Oh and hi, I am across your very nice journal through some other very nice journals.
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Hi Jacqueline, glad you’re stopping by – much appreciated.
A bit sad to lose you to Sweden, but alas, love is a strange thing.
Maybe we should send you some biltong and boerewors, just to get you over the herring and meatballs.
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I don´t think we will live in Sweden forever. But for now I am struggling along trying to make sense of this crazy lingo and being as positive as possible about leaving SA.
Biltong….**turns head this way and that way**…did someone say biltong and droewors….Oh yes please!!!












EICH! Sixpense!, whot to yoo meeen?
My god!, I got my license with honest, hard eeerned mo-ney.