Driving in Tauranga takes me back to holidays in India and Mexico, when I would close my eyes tightly in the back of a rickshaw weaving through traffic, or dodging 1950s yellow school buses laden with animals, vegetables and people which would pull out suddenly blinding you with fumes.
These days my trips to and from work are no less life threatening.
From the seemingly mild offences of not indicating - leaving those behind to guess where the car is going, to more serious offences of tailgating, passing on the inside, U-turning and pulling out without looking. It's a jungle out there. And that is just in the Avenues. I never venture on to the highway because I am too afraid of who I might meet there.
Earlier this month a French man died on State Highway 2 after the car he was driving crashed into a truck.
Last night a man died in another truck and car crash in the same area.