THE WORST DRIVER IN THE WORLD-
I am one of the worst drivers in the world. I cannot drive a car, or
ride a bike to save my life. That is a painful admission. But years ago, when I
was a young teenager, I decided that “the time had come” for me to learn how to
ride the scooter. So with all the enthusiasm, courage and confidence of a
teenage boy, I approached my alcoholic uncle to give me lessons and tips on how
to master the art of handling a scooter. My uncle felt very happy and important
because for once, he was getting attention for something other than his
drinking habits. He happily told me EVERYTHING he knew about riding a scooter
in A FEW MINUTES. I think he even drew a diagram to show me how. I don’t think
I paid much attention to what he said. I was just so excited and happy that an
adult was talking to me like I was an adult. It made me feel like I was all grown
up and capable. In my mind, I thought, “Finally, I am going to learn how to
ride the scooter. After that, my mom will stop treating me like a boy…and
hopefully raise my pocket money as well!”
After MINUTES of RIDING LESSONS (Theory Only), I thanked my Uncle and left.
HOURS later, (Yes, HOURS. Not days, or weeks, or months. I did not have the patience to wait that long) I decided that I would try out what I had learned from my uncle. Oh! In my mind, I thought I already knew E-V-E-R-YTHING I needed to know about riding a scooter! I thought I just needed to lay my hands on a scooter, sit on it, start it and BANG! I would be flying through the highway! I was super confident and super excited!
After MINUTES of RIDING LESSONS (Theory Only), I thanked my Uncle and left.
HOURS later, (Yes, HOURS. Not days, or weeks, or months. I did not have the patience to wait that long) I decided that I would try out what I had learned from my uncle. Oh! In my mind, I thought I already knew E-V-E-R-YTHING I needed to know about riding a scooter! I thought I just needed to lay my hands on a scooter, sit on it, start it and BANG! I would be flying through the highway! I was super confident and super excited!
So, I secretly stole the keys of my brother’s scooter and I… umm… because I did
not know that I had to put the scooter in “Neutral” first, I half carried and
half dragged the scooter to the highway… trying really hard not to huff or
puff, or make any noise so as not to attract any attention… Well, it did not
help that I was a fat teenager(I still am fat. Hehehe…). I was almost out of
breath when I reached the highway.
Anyway, once I was in the highway and out of “The Viewing Range” of my family, I took a deep breath and started the scooter. For a few seconds, everything went just fine and I was even able to move the scooter a few feet away from where I had started. But then, the “hero” in me decided that I needed to make a 180 degree turn… AND I DID. I don’t know what happened next… but …umm… as I was making a 180 degree turn, the scooter stopped dead at 90 degrees… right at the centre of the road… not to the left, or to the right… but right at the centre. No matter how hard I tried, IT WOULD NOT START. Just as I was cursing my luck, things turned W-O-R-S-E!
I heard the sound of approaching trucks. And sure enough, as I turned to look, I saw two huge trucks approaching from the opposite directions. And I was trapped in the middle! I knew I was “screwed/fizzaked/khotom/the end” if I didn’t act fast.
(Truck 1 approaching from the left + Truck 2 approaching from the right + Me in the middle of the road = SCREWED!).
At this point, I started to sweat profusely and I started to get what you would call “The Pre-Diarrhoea Feeling”. I thought I was going to poop in my pants! My brief immature, inexperienced, unexciting, uneventful, virgin, post-pubescent teenage life flashed right before my eyes… I was almost sure I was going to meet Jesus, Mary, Joseph and The Apostles… But then, something happened.
I have no explanation for this… but maybe out of fear and the little desire I had in me to live, I somehow jumped out of the scooter and LIFTED THE SCOOTER! Yes, I did! I LIFTED it, I somehow tucked it under my arms… And I half ran, half limped for my life! AND I MADE IT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD! There were some kids by the side of the road who were laughing at me as well as cheering for me. In fact, one of the truck drivers even whistled at me as he sped away! The relief was immense… But oh, the shame and the embarrassment was greater… Damn!
Anyway, once I was in the highway and out of “The Viewing Range” of my family, I took a deep breath and started the scooter. For a few seconds, everything went just fine and I was even able to move the scooter a few feet away from where I had started. But then, the “hero” in me decided that I needed to make a 180 degree turn… AND I DID. I don’t know what happened next… but …umm… as I was making a 180 degree turn, the scooter stopped dead at 90 degrees… right at the centre of the road… not to the left, or to the right… but right at the centre. No matter how hard I tried, IT WOULD NOT START. Just as I was cursing my luck, things turned W-O-R-S-E!
I heard the sound of approaching trucks. And sure enough, as I turned to look, I saw two huge trucks approaching from the opposite directions. And I was trapped in the middle! I knew I was “screwed/fizzaked/khotom/the end” if I didn’t act fast.
(Truck 1 approaching from the left + Truck 2 approaching from the right + Me in the middle of the road = SCREWED!).
At this point, I started to sweat profusely and I started to get what you would call “The Pre-Diarrhoea Feeling”. I thought I was going to poop in my pants! My brief immature, inexperienced, unexciting, uneventful, virgin, post-pubescent teenage life flashed right before my eyes… I was almost sure I was going to meet Jesus, Mary, Joseph and The Apostles… But then, something happened.
I have no explanation for this… but maybe out of fear and the little desire I had in me to live, I somehow jumped out of the scooter and LIFTED THE SCOOTER! Yes, I did! I LIFTED it, I somehow tucked it under my arms… And I half ran, half limped for my life! AND I MADE IT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD! There were some kids by the side of the road who were laughing at me as well as cheering for me. In fact, one of the truck drivers even whistled at me as he sped away! The relief was immense… But oh, the shame and the embarrassment was greater… Damn!
Needless to say, it was years before I summoned the courage to approach a
scooter…or a bike… or a car… or anything with wheels that requires perfect
co-ordination of the mind and the body in order to move… the way it is supposed
to move!
Anybody care to give me some tips on driving? Or maybe not. The world would be much safer if I don’t drive!
August 11,
2012
Anybody care to give me some tips on driving? Or maybe not. The world would be much safer if I don’t drive!