I am not afraid of the world

What are you afraid of? I shared this Elizabeth Gilbert quote a couple of posts ago, because I wanted to allow you to laugh at me today.

What am I afraid of?

I’m afraid of driving in the UK.

By the time you read this, I hope I’ll be a pro, but I’m writing it two days before I pick up my rental car in Reading. From there, I embark upon a four hour drive to Wales. In an effort to acclimate myself, I rode to work with my friend Kate today. I figured spending an hour in the passenger seat might alleviate dizziness.

It didn’t work.

Driving on the other side of the road doesn’t bother me. By the time one gets in the other side of the car, she’s already on high alert, right? Everybody else is driving on the other side of the road, meaning I’ll just go along.

But the UK loves its roundabouts. Every time I encounter one, I imagine myself on the edge of a circus. Everyone everyone plows into them. Drivers change lanes willy-nilly, sometimes with motorcyclists passing between cars and lorries.

I can’t manage the occasional US roundabout. Most of my near-accidents have happened in or near these one-lane bastards. UK roundabouts sometimes have three or four lanes, always full of traffic. Oh, I can signal my intentions to the other drivers, but here’s the other thing about driving in the UK: the signal indicator is on the wrong side of the steering column. Every time I try to turn on my blinker, I flip the windshield wipers instead.

I may very well kill people or die.


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