Sometimes 'sucking it up' and giving
oneself no choice but to do something is the best way to learn.
Learning how to drive was a grueling
process for both myself and my parents. Depth perception is not my
strong suit. Nor is time perception. On top of this, operating
machinery is also not something that I'm naturally adept at. Combine
these shortfalls with a fear of damaging an expensive piece of
machinery or injuring someone? Young Drivers certainly had their work
cut out for them when I enrolled in driving lessons 10 years ago.
I'm now an ok driver. I know my weak
points and make up for them by being extra cautious. My caution has
also had a negative sub-product: I haven't learned how to drive
manual cars.
About 2 years ago I decided that I
should have basic knowledge on driving 'stick' in case I wind up in
an emergency situation, for example taking someone to the hospital or
dropping a drunk driver off at home.
I've made some feeble attempts, always
stopping when I stalled repeatedly or started feeling stressed out.
Since most cars are manual here and
public transport is relatively slow and uncomfortable, I've spent a
lot of time as the passenger in stick shift vehicles.
Daniel's car |
My boyfriend also happens to have an
unusually large, beast of a diesel SUV which I would drive
occasionally. Always with someone in the passenger seat, I would
nervously engage the clutch, start the car and proceed to freak out
for the short distance I had to drive.
'I can't get into 3rd!
Why is it stalling?
I'm not used to driving on the left
side of the road!
Where is the blinker and how can I turn
of the d*mn windshield wiper?
I would usually arrive at destination a
few minutes later feeling panicked and beg the passenger to drive
back.
The other morning I had a huge load of
materials to bring into work. No one else was available to drive so I
had no option but to drive the manual beast myself.
I shook off my nervousness, got into
the car and just went. The odd part? When I was driving by myself, I
wasn't scared and didn't even stall.
I knew that I had no choice but to make
the thing move and when I couldn't get into third gear, I just put
the gear back into second and tried again. I started finding myself
listening to the car and seeing what was needed instead of panicking.
I found myself driving confidently desbite being in the capital city
of the most densely populated country in Africa (read: people
everywhere).
The next morning I realized that tank
was close to empty. Worse yet, Malawi is going through another petrol
and diesel shortage meaning that everyone was scrambling to find a
filling station with a bit of fuel left. I drove all the way to the
first station, waited in the queue and was told that the diesel had
just run out when I got to the front of the line. The attendant
thought that there might be a shipment coming in next door so I
rushed off, fought my way into the lot and found that the shipment
wasn't coming. There a man told me that they still had diesel in one
place: the dreaded bus depot.
Like many Southern African bus depots,
the depot in Lilongwe is crowded, hot and smelly. Vendors, chickens
and goats are milling about everywhere. Buses and transport vans are
all honking, yelling and weaving their ways through the constantly
shifting maze of chaos. I had no choice but to haul myself back into
the beast and step on the gas.
LLW bus depot |
I arrived at the depot and started
weaving through the chaotic mass. Women carrying unbelievably large
buckets on their heads, fruit vendors and goats took no interest and
refused to veer off course as I honked and yelled my way through the
crowd. I got into the line, got cut off, snuck onto the other side of
the queue and had angry men with jerry cans hit the side of the
car. I finally made my way to the front, coerced the attendant to
stop taking bribes for filling jerry cans and help me out.
I arrived home sticky with sweat, my
heart pumping from the adrenaline. The car however was perfectly in
tact and full of diesel.
If there had been a passenger beside
me, I would have freaked out and probably landed in the nearest
parking lot. Because I didn't have any option but to push forward and
trust in my own abilities, I learned that I was capable of something
that I never though that I could do.
Driving is the control and operation of a land vehicle, such as a car, truck or bus. I am fully impressed with this post.
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