I was travelling at the speed limit, well slower really as the traffic was heavy. I was keeping up, shall I say. I noted an older man in a car behind me. He saw a gap on his right and pulled out, zoomed ahead and squeezed into the small distance of space between my car and the car in front. The manoeuvre was more in the character of a young female probationary driver than a middle aged man. It seems he had gained some advantage, well he thought so. I am long past fuming at such silly driving. I too was hot and bothered and anxious to get home, but clearly his need was greater than mine.
Ah yes, a Saab, I noted as we became stationary. His head was bowed forward, perhaps taking a moment for prayer, but more likely doing something with his mobile phone. At that point, with his head down, he was not noticing wisps of steam emanating from under his bonnet. He must have noticed when he looked up and moved forward, only to become stationary again. Now, it is a little more than a wisp of steam. Steam is billowing out from under his bonnet. Perhaps his car has a steam engine? No, the large tell tale puddle of green coolant on the road the next time he moved forward told the truth. I expect a radiator hose had burst. He blithely ignored the steam and continued on.
Around the lake I trailed after him, feeling as if I was following in the wake of a Stanley Steamer. I was prepared for him to pull over somewhere but no, he continued on and by the time we reached Albert Road, the steam had stopped. Should there be relief at the steam stopping? No, it means the coolant has completely gone and there is nothing left to condense.
He turned right into Albert Road, then left into suburban South Melbourne. For his sake, I hope his home was close by as much further driving would surely 'cook' his motor.
Do you think I took pleasure in his misfortune? Well, a tiny bit.