When driving along a main road in any large Australian city, there is a street sign to be read about every 30 or 40 metres, each one conveying some fragment of information: “No Stopping”, “Speed Limit 50”, “Left lane must turn left”, “No U-turns”, “Bus Lane”, “No Parking 8am-11am, Mon to Fri”, “School Zone”, etc, etc, and even some advising you that this is an “Accident Black Spot” (presumably meaning that if you keep reading the signs instead of watching where you’re going, you’ll probably have an accident). If you actually try to take them all in, there’s precious little time left to be keeping an eye on the road, or on the semi-trailer that’s passing you about 27 centimetres away from the side of your car.
Hence the wonderful feeling experienced recently while driving on a lonely, dead-straight sealed road on flat country in the South Australian Outback. My guess is that there’d been no signage of any kind for the past 20 or 30 kms, when suddenly we noticed this hand-painted sign mounted on a fence about 20 metres from the road:
Don’t you just love it??!!