I Am A Passenger… And I Ride And I Ride

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And I Ride, And I Ride...

And I Ride, And I Ride...

I have an ongoing love & hate relationship with cars. I like cars. They hate me.

It all started when I was 17. After I completed the compulsory 50 hours driving ed, I registered for the test.

The first time, I failed because I didn’t turn around a little painted dot at the middle of an intersection, although I did yield. It was supposed to be a roundabout. I apparently though it was modern art.

The second time, the instructor declared:

— I knew excessive speed was dangerous. But I never thought going this slow could be even more hazardous”.

See, it’s not I’m a bad driver. I’m just cautious.

I know the rules of the road very well – I passed the written test easily. But I never seem to know where I’m going when I’m driving. For some reason, when I’m in the passenger sit, I’m a perfect driver : I can anticipate, give advices, I see where I’m going and I enjoy the ride.

Totally different story when I my hands are on the wheel. To me, merging onto a freeway is what jumping in a circle of fire is to a circle and fire phobic person. I slow down, knowing that I’m not supposed to, one leg on the break and my hands tightly clutched on the wheel, I glance at my passenger and ask the dreaded question :

— Can I go ? Can I go ? Can I go ?

At this point, I have to justify part of my driving-disability by stating that I have a minor eye condition called blindness. The guilty one is my left eye. It doesn’t help when you’re trying to merge on a freeway in Canada where people usually drive on the right side of the road.

But if in the land of the blind the one-eyed is king, the blind in the left eye is a better driver in countries where you drive on the left side. I loved New Zealand and Australia.

First thing we’ve done in Auckland was to buy a second-hand car from a backpacker for 500$. It had a crack on the windshield and brakes smelled of burnt tires when we drove for too long, but I loved it. I didn’t take long for the Man to get used to driving on the left side so I was rather keen to try. Just to check if my curse could be reversed in the southern hemisphere.

But I didn’t know how to drive an automatic car. My first attempt was almost disastrous. I started the car, one hand on the stick and… and the car moved by itself. In front of us was a wall. Yes, I did find the breaks before crashing into it. I’m not that stupid.

Within minutes, I was driving on the road outside the city. I had discovered cruise control and couldn’t believe I bothered with manual cars before. For the first time of my life, I didn’t think of shifting gears or whether I was going to be able to get the damn car started after stopping at a red light !

— So, how am I doing ?
— Mmm… pretty good, but you’re driving on the wrong side of the road.

Shit. Well, I guess the car curse is still on, then.

Back in Canada, I can only be a seasonal driver. What, I’m not gonna drive in the winter, are you nuts ?

I enjoy the straight wide roads as much as I enjoy cruise control, but I’m still not comfortable enough to drive. I’m not even going into my parking skills. Oh well, I’ll never experience road rage, I guess…

Now if you’re nice, next time, I’ll talk to you about my experience with buses…


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


  1. I drive in the early morning and get tired easily.

    As for the site, I found it through rss of boingboing.com i believe…

    i’m sure it was that.

  2. Hey, I’m nearly blind in my left eye too, hurray! Does make merging onto freeways a bit trickier…

    Ya know, ya kinda sound like my cousin, I’m always a bit scared when I get in the car with her. But it’s kinda fun too, always an adventure…

    And my dad is a good driver, but he drives like a maniac, like we’re in a race, and usually I’m pretty cool with that, but he kinda scares me too sometimes…

  3. Princesse Ecossaise on

    I failed my driving test SIX times!! Six times, man. That’s bad. I still haven’t passed.

    It’s still a sore point…*boohoo!*

  4. That is so me !
    I hate driving, it makes me so nervous I usually break down in tears at some point. I’ve tried a canadian automatic car, and they’re so easy to drive it’s indecent. No way I’m buying anything else if I ever buy a car.

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