Why do we fall in to certain driving habits? I realized after Brian got here over a week ago that we’ve switched rolls.
In Brazil, he drove. Actually I wasn’t really supposed to drive the company car, but I was completely capable of navigating the crazy anarchy of the traffic. I played designated driver a few times and drove home after parties and had no problem. I also occasionally borrowed a friend’s car to run errands. I could squeeze my way through narrow roads, narrow spaces between cars and into narrow parking spaces with no problem, and dodge the crazy traffic, but no matter which car we were in I usually defaulted to the passenger seat. I felt totally confident in Brian’s driving and had no need to hop behind the wheel.
Here in the US, I drive. Maybe the biggest reason is that I love our Jeep? Maybe I just feel really comfortable driving on my own home turf? I just feel really comfortable in the driver’s seat and a bit out of control in the passenger seat. Clearly, Brian is a good driver. If he could drive in Brazil for four years without an accident, even in the streets of Rio, then obviously he’s capable, but here he makes me nervous. Maybe the aggression he had to use in Brazil has leaked into his American driving. Maybe that’s just my perception, but I don’t like it. I want to be behind the wheel, and I usually am. When we’re here, we both seem to automatically assume that I’ll drive, and he’ll play with the radio.
In Scotland, Brian drives. I am totally sure that the main reason is that they drive on the wrong side of the road and that freaks me out. He’s happy as a clam on the wrong side of the car, and the wrong side of the road. It’s that feeling of being home. For a man who’s been away from home for nearly twelve years, that’s a pretty good feeling.
For a woman who is firmly entrenched in driving on the right side of the road, that’s just not ok.
I’m going to have to learn. I’m going to have to rewire my brain and fight off the panic attack that comes with feeling like I’m driving straight into oncoming traffic. I’m going to have to learn how to turn right and turn left all over again. What lane am I supposed to be in? Oops.
I’m certain my first big roundabout is going to give me a stroke.
I also think I’m going to get very good at taking the bus.
Who drives when you’re traveling?
When you’re home?
Any tips for this soon-to-be new UK driver?