Living in a Video Game

imageSo I realized today, as I was coming back up the hill from our Koki clinic to my office at THQ, that driving here is just like living in a video game. I noticed that I was gripping the wheel with the same desperation as when I used to crush my thumbs onto the control pad racing Justin and Megan in Mario Cart. My attention on the road and everything around me was keyed up as though I would lose the last of three chances if my wheel dropped into the next pothole. Roads in this country are narrow, uneven and in constant need of repair. Deep, wide potholes stretch across entire lanes. Sometimes the only option is to slow to a crawl and skirt the dirt shoulder. And there’s no need to feel foolish as though you’re over reacting, because every other driver is making the same maneuver. Remember the swirling bombs that the other drivers would release that you had to dodge in order to survive? People and dogs are everywhere, and they don’t seem to care that heavy powerful machinery is plowing along to roadway toward them. It’s like they figure they’ve got the right to go where they want, when they want, and automobile drivers just have to be patient and wait for them to clear the roadway. To get from here to there requires advanced planning in order to complete the journey. The trouble is that often you can’t get there from here. And if you can, you have to plan your circuitous route so that you’re making all left turns. Most roads are divided by barriers or boulevards so that if you must turn right, you accomplish it by passing your intended turn, circling the next round-about, and coming back to then make the left turn on the road you needed. (Remember, if you’re trying to visualize this, that over here, we drive on the “other” side of the road!) Just like learning a new video game and controller, over here you have to adapt to sitting on the wrong side of the car, shifting with the wrong hand, and worst of all, flipping on the windshield wipers every time you mean to use the turn signal! Every time I get behind the wheel of a vehicle, I feel like I’m hunkered over the steering wheel and waiting for the next round to begin. I just hope I can arrive in one piece, with the same number of passengers I started with, before the timer runs out.

4 responses

  1. Praying for a hedge of protection around you.

    1. Thanks, Mary. It gets dicey at times, but I just figure it’s part of the adventure.

  2. Beverly Peterson | Reply

    In the words of my husband…B..A..B…A…Select…Start…

    1. He’s been there too, huh? 🙂

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