Over the span of your first few license renewals you learn
that as long as you don’t allow your current license to expire, the renewal is
fairly painless and does not involve a driving test…and another go at the
dreaded “parallel park” maneuver. Even
when renewing in a new state, you find that most states observe reciprocity
with one another. Usually, there’s no
written test either…as long as your current license has not expired.
However, let your license expire and it’s a do it all over
again situation…written and driving.
About 14-years after getting my first license as an EH sophomore, for
whatever reasons involving a move to a new state, I let mine expire. So, here we go again, the whole
enchilada.
We grew up in a segregated South where, when we first got our license, all highway troopers
were Caucasian-Americans. Fourteen-years later,
that was no longer so. Entering the
written test area I notice a dude, similar to the one pictured, sitting on a
stool, acting as the test proctor.
Since I’ve got to take a driving test after the written, I
had to write the description of the car I would be using for the test on their test form. At that time I was driving one of those fast
little foreign sports jobs that was the dream of every adolescent boy and
unattached young man. Its color and
accessories screamed, “up yours” even when sitting still.
While I’m taking the written test, I notice the trooper
casually scanning the papers, including the test car description. The trooper gets up from his stool and steps
over to one of his side-kicks for a short conference, referencing my
papers. Shortly, my trooper disappears, replaced
by his side-kick, who takes over the proctor perch on the stool.
Grading the written test was quick, and within a few moments
I’m outside for the driving test, wheeling my “up yours” car around to
the starting line, a long CB antenna whipping in the air. There’s my missing trooper dude, standing on the starting
line, waiting for me, clipboard in hand. A cool, pretty day…the
top is off.
Somewhere I had read that the only limits required to be met
during the driving test was to not drive recklessly and stay within the speed
limit, and of course, meet all the other rules regarding stopping, yielding,
and whatever else. Reckless was defined
as chirping the tires loose. I reason
that accelerating to the speed limit is at my discretion and turning corners
can be done as quickly as I can turn them, as long as the tires don’t break
loose—what’s to be concerned about? I’ve
been driving for 14-years, after all.
Making sure my trooper is buckled up, off we go, going fast, turning fast, and stopping fast...but never chirping the tires. Slamming around the surrounding
neighborhoods, the loud, distinctive exhaust blasts its notes, and double
clutching the gears up and down fills the air with a fairly consistent, tightly-wound, loud engine noise. There are 5-gears on the
floor, but only 2 are used for this test...we aren't going very fast, even though it sounds like we are. Although
my trooper is armed with a clipboard and test check list, he doesn’t mark on it…he’s
engaged for most of the test in hanging onto his hat with one hand, and
holding onto the chicken handle with the other.
He’s grinning, ear-to-ear and I think he waived the dreaded “parallel
park.”
Back at the DPS shop, still grinning, he dismounts and says, “you handle it very
well.” Thanks, I say…it’s the third one
and I’ve had plenty of practice. Don’t
recall another driving test since, but this one was a kick.
Zoom
1 comment:
Porsche?
Post a Comment