Learning
to drive not easily forgotten
By
Jeffrey Fazio
DriveTime Columnist
It’s funny how certain
memories just have a way of popping up in your mind more frequently
than others. It’s like the tab on their mental file is just a touch
taller than the rest which makes them more likely to be chosen at
random. Some of those memories for me revolve around when I was
learning how to drive.
Learning to drive and getting my
license were really pivotal moments in my life. I impatiently waited
for that day ever since I first learned to spell C-A-R.
The first time I ever drove a car was in
1990. I had just finished a shift working as a bus boy at the former
Mountain Springs Association and my mother came by to pick me up
after work in her 1986 Toyota MR2.
This was the first brand-new car she
ever bought and she made it very clear to me growing up that I would
never, ever drive it. Don’t even think about it.
Needless to say I was shocked that night
when she told me to jump into the driver’s seat and get started. I
had just recently received my learner’s permit and was really
anxious to get moving. She only let me drive around the parking lot
for a little bit that night, but it was plenty to get me going. I
was really proud that I didn’t stall the manual-shifting car at all.
My next really clear memory took place a
few weeks later somewhere in the woods near Wernersville. We were
sitting at an intersection. It was either Furnace Road or Sportsman
Road and there was the slightest incline to pull out from. Although
this wasn’t a steep enough incline to cause stress, even to a
beginning learner of stick-shift driving, it managed to be plenty
enough to provoke my first stall.
I know, who really remembers the first
time they stalled a car? Well I do. I know I have issues. I’m
working on it.
Back to the story, I ended up stalling
the car several more times. I’m not sure how many, but it was a lot.
It felt like at least 50 or 60 times. Maybe 183. Anyway, the more I
tried the worse I got. My emotions ran high and my frustration
higher. My mother somehow maintained patience through all of this,
and she finally ordered me to shut down.
She told me to turn everything off —
everything. She wanted me to relax and start from scratch. As I
started to shut the car off and put it into neutral, that’s when I
finally realized I had the car in 3rd gear. All that time I was
trying to pull out from 3rd gear on an incline. Good luck with that.
Another set of memories revolves around
my driver’s education classes at Reading High School with Mr.
Baldwin.
Mr. Baldwin insisted, at my persistent
questioning, that he had only ever driven over 55 mph once and that
was on a long trip that included a highway that was actually posted
for 65 mph. You may recall that back in 1990 most highways were
still posted for 55 mph and he swore he always drove within the
limits. Who knows, maybe he actually did.
A few weeks later we were out driving
and Mr. Baldwin indicated to me that he wished, for at least once,
that I would just drive a constant speed. I replied that I am always
driving a constant speed. He questioned that and I replied, "I’m
constantly driving as fast as I can."
Another memory from that class comes
from the day that I was the first student in the car to drive. As
the first driver of the day I had the responsibility of getting the
driver’s ed car out of its parking spot along the curb.
As I was trying to extract the car from
the cavity it was in between two mammoth school buses, I asked Mr.
Baldwin, "If you really pushed a school bus, how fast do you think
you could get it to go?"
He lightly replied, "You really have the
wrong attitude about driving, Jeff."
Sitting here some 16 years later, I
can’t help but wonder if he happens to read my columns about the
racing I do now. I wonder if he remembers that I was the impatient
former student of his that day-dreamed of driving fast cars.
In retrospect he was right. I really did
have the wrong attitude about driving and it cost me greatly over
those first few years of driving. It took me too long to get over
that attitude, but that still doesn’t stop me from occasionally
wondering how fast you could get a school bus to go if you really,
really pushed it. |