Rough ride on the Man Code Expressway

HAPPY New Year. Forgive the belated greeting, but after navigating the MCE to get to the ECP in the hope of exiting at the AYE to enter the CBD, I found myself hopelessly lost on the KPE, with fading hopes of ever finding the PIE again. In other words, I am not home yet.

Do not mock me. Advocates of gender differences - and probably the guy who designed the MCE in the first place - will no doubt chalk this up to a case of male drivers good, women drivers oxymoron. But it does add fuel to my theory that urban street planning is a totally sexist endeavour designed to perpetuate this stereotype.

Of course, it was mostly men who railed against the MCE when it first opened to massive traffic jams (don't blame me - I was already somewhere in Tuas). Going by the online rants, it wasn't so much their inability to make sense of the new routes, mind you, but a big government conspiracy to squander $4.3 billion of taxpayer money to build a fancy expressway with the diabolical intention of increasing ERP gantries and ultimately forcing people to stop buying cars altogether.