Peak Madness

The bike’s at home because I flew in this morning.

5km; that’s all I had to travel, for an after work meeting.

40 minutes to walk it. 

Public transport wasn’t an option due to the circumferential nature of the traverse.

Uber it was.

45 minutes of Sydney traffic … I should have walked.

At least I had plenty of time to explain to my driver why I don’t drive in this city.

On one hand he understood me and on the other he did not.

Let’s call it a dissonance based on a financial incentive that irrationally depends upon people not wanting to drive, and then getting driven and subject to the same conditions they are avoiding.