Sanga

I am not sure if this is a good story or a bad story. And whether I can consider myself lucky or not.

About an hour ago I ducked out of my office to get a Schnitzel sandwich at the mad Swiss guy’s cafe near my old office. These sangas are so good I would travel to Melbourne for one.

Rather unlike me I waited at the red lights, on my pushie, at the corner of Young St and Cleveland St (a very busy street).

There were simply too many cars to make it worth attempting a crossing against the lights especially since I was on the ‘pub special’ which could not be considered a gazelle amongst bikes.

Some dude in an old Falcon wagon then attempted to turn right into my street, squeezing into a gap of oncoming cars that simply wasn’t there.

A cabbie, another Falcon wagon, coming the other way T-boned him at about 60 k’s. He hardly had time to hit the anchors.

The cab drove the first Falcon straight at this gaping pigeon who was root and stocked to the ground in horror. The multi-Falcon ensemble stopped about a foot short of my presence.

And then I fell over sideways, away from the mangled Falcons. After the fact!

And no bloody photo – I had left the phone on the charger to recover from an interstate trip.

The only upside from the story is that the world has been further de-Falconed. Ford has announced that they will stop making them soon, so its only a matter of time before the world is rid of these things for good. And I will never have to step into a Falcon taxi again – lucky days.