Ever know anyone who has failed a driving test? How about someone who failed a driving test twice? Three times? Four, five, six times? Well, greetings, now you do!
I’ve been driving for over 50 years. When I moved to England from the United States a few years ago, I was required to take a driving test, and I passed the written part with flying colors. When it came to the on-road test, though, about halfway through—each time—I’d hear the examiner say, “Excuse me, Mrs. Vincent, do you realize you’re driving on the wrong side of the road?”
Dejectedly and anxiously, I’d head back home and practice, practice, practice. My 50-year-old habit, my long-established driving reflexes, took over each time I’d get in the car with the examiner. Each time, without realizing it, all of a sudden I was driving on the right hand side of the road when I should have been on the left. After all, driving on the right, back in the US, was what I’d done all my life.
