Lesson #2: You Never Get a Second Chance to Make a First Impression
I like to think of myself as a pretty good driver. Clearly this belief is founded in the following three truths:
1. I failed my driving test twice. The most notable moment? When I was told to make a left hand turn and I crossed over to the left hand side of the road to make the turn… and it wasn’t a one way street.
2. I once got broadsided by an uninsured driver after leaving church early to go to Taco Bell. A coincidence?
3. I “tapped” a car while parallel parking in San Francisco, sending the car down the hill and up a nearby embankment.
To this list, I’d like to submit the following:
#4. While driving from Eugene to Portland, I was so intent on finding my driver’s license that I overshot a stop sign by twenty feet, causing Chris to scream in a manner that made me question his sexual orientation. While I tried to tell him it was a calculated maneuver, cultivated from years of James Bondian-like driver’s training, Chris wasn’t buying it. No matter what happens for the rest of the trip, no matter how many speed limits I keep and tight corners I maneuver, this will be driving experience that Chris remembers from the trip.
So, I am back in the passenger seat where I belong, writing blogs and “navigating.” Chris is behind the wheel of Roxy Fusion, shooting me dirty looks as I stare longingly at the gear shaft. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)
Maybe he’ll give me a driving lesson later… if I’m lucky.
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