At twelve years old we built Go- Carts to race Downhill. Many days we went home bruised and battered, but that’s what crazy kids fascinated with speed do for the adrenaline rush. My problem is far too many people never lost the fascination with speed, mild mannered rational people gets behind the wheel and they turn into absolute maniacs. Common sense and rationality out the window, get out my way Can’t you see I Am Driving here. People in positions of trust like the Sheriff Deputy who abused his authority by cutting me off making a U Turn twelve O’clock at night in a non emergency situation, no flashing lights or sirens. If he can drive like that what do you expect from the average Driver. Sixteen going seventeen I started going to Driving School, with money Earned from working part time. I could not wait to get behind the wheel. What happened was in my early years of Speed Racer, racing downhill, to find out that the Brakes don’t work, I developed what I call Motion Sickness, the need for speed. If it had wheels, I’m riding, I was now ready for the challenges of our Roadways. Make no mistake the challenge of going with your speed hunger, or to be Rational and ask yourself do you want to go out that way, Or disfigured for life. This type of reasoning is beyond many out there behind the Wheel. Most Drivers lacks rationality they leave everything to chance.
At seventeen I was a passenger driven by my twenty year old friend. Gary and Owen were both friends I grew up with, coincidentally they both acquired New Cars at the same time. At that time in my life I never missed a weekend of partying. On this particular Saturday there were several parties going on the same day so we bounced from one to the next, at each one having two or three mixed drinks.This was my first encounter with Buz Driving, while bouncing to the last party of the night the Drivers decided to race two brand new cars. Growing up with them I thought that they were level headed and rational people, boy was I wrong we hit speeds up to one hundred and twenty Mph. The exit ramp came up fast we entered the ramp at ninety with two wheels in the air, they say that the Lord looks out for babies and fools, how we survived that night was a miracle. The learning process had begun, that one night had taught me what could not have been taught in driving school, which stayed with me for the rest of my life. People think that they are cool getting behind the wheel buzzed enough to fail a sobriety test, but sober enough to think that they are still in control. Precious was a childhood friend of mine who went to a party and choose to ride home with a Drunk, the car hit a lightpole, Precious went through the Windshield, dead at nineteen.
A lot of us did crazy things when we were nineteen, some of us grow out of stupidity, some never change until they are going to a Funeral, theirs. I absorbed all that was going on around me so by the time I got my Drivers license I was matured beyond my years, and had enough rationality to stay alive out there. It’s no wonder that at eighteen I was driving Taxi in Manhattan, one of the most congested places in the world. Driving Taxi in Manhattan was like going to Driving University. I quickly honed the Art of Motoring, I hope you noticed the word Motoring, there are many drivers out there, very few Motorists, fewer good ones and less great Motorists. I’ll tell you what makes a great Motorist, one day in Lower Manhattan I came upon an intersection where I could not see five feet beyond the white line, I had the right of way which I yielded because I could not see what was approaching. That move saved my life, a truck barreled through the stop sign without even pumping his brakes if I didn’t give up the right of way I would be dead.
That’s what motoring is, using good judgment all the time while you are behind the wheel. I would prefer to be a good motorist than a great Driver, they are sometimes overcome by overconfidence and end up being wreskless. Overconfidence is one of the major causes of Autobobile fatalities, they push themselves and the vehicle to the limit. Another incident oh being a good motorist, heading north on Park Avenue I came upon a changing light, looked in my rearview mirror to see that the car following was too close for me to obey the red light, I ran the light intentionally to avoid being rear ended, so did he. Bad drivers expects others to drive accordingly that’s what causes so many accidents, because they assume that you are going to do what they would do. It’s like half the people on the Road didn’t read the Driving Manual. For example at a four way intersection who has the right of way and who goes first, same as a Roundabout, going counter can be costly. By giving the answer away, the driver to the right has the right of way so do the pedestrian always. This is sounding like 101 but fundamentals enough to mention to a young driver who read the manual only to pass the Written Test, once they pass the Written Test and the Road test, they make their own Rules as they go along.