ADVENTURES IN DRIVING
Originally Published the Week of May 13, 2021 in Western Outdoor Publications
We’re gonna do a little “word association” test. Read the following words then close your eyes.
“MEXICAN DRIVERS”
I bet I can guess what went through your head after reading those words. All those “stereotypes” come flooding into your thoughts?
Just to be fair, stereotypes are stereotypes.
They’re a broad-brush painting that may-or-may-not have a lot of truth or fairness to it. But, after living in Mexico for almost 3 decades, the thoughts that flew through your brain probably weren’t too far off.
Listen, there’s bad drivers all over the world.
How many people did you call out under-your-breath on your last freeway commute home from work? Everyone slower than you was a “jerk.” Everyone faster than you was a “butthead.” Right?
I don’t want to say that Mexicans are bad drivers. But, I will say they drive “differently” and it behooves you to be a “better” driver because of it. In other words, CYA. . .”cover your backside” and drive defensively.
Why is that?
Well, a couple of things that happened recently might have coalesced my thoughts on the matter.
For one, I just realized that of our employees that “know” how to drive, most have no driver’s licenses. Some have NEVER had a license or have expired licenses. They just laugh.
When you need to get from Point A-to Point B for work, you do what you gotta do. Don’t need no license and don’t have time or money to get one!
As a foreigner, I never had to take a test to get a Mexican driver’s license. I never had to even prove that I could drive. I just had to fill out the paperwork.
I had to pay my money. And, like DMV’s everywhere, I had to stand in several long lines.
However, unlike say the DMV in the states, I found out that I could pay a proxy to stand in line for me. Yup. Pay for someone to stand in line for me!
I could go sit down; check my e-mails on my phone; buy a hot dog or a churro from one of the vendors inside the TRANSITO (DMV) office. My proxy calls me when it’s my turn to run up to the line.
He follows me to the next line. He tells me where I need to sign documents. He basically leads me by hand from one teller window or clerical office to the next. Nothing is done in one line.
It’s a good thing because the TRANSITO office is a small version of the floor of the NY stock exchange. It’s chaos incarnate.
Noisy. Little offices everywhere. Lines everywhere. Lines to nowhere. Confusing signs on the walls.
People milling and yelling and papers being shuffled. There’s no appointments. There’s no obvious order.
Paying a proxy a few bucks and a hot dog was well worth it. Turns out my guy was a police officer making a little money on the side. Tipping is appreciated.
Circling back, however, the point of my story is that to get a license you do NOT have to prove you can operate a moving vehicle.
Unlike, the U.S., however, you DO have to prove that you are “alive.”
I say that tongue-in-cheek because to get a license, you must submit to a blood test. Yes, a blood test. I don’t know why.
But, you go across the street to an approved “lab” and they take a blood test. Cost is about 20 bucks. You take your test results when you get your license.
That’s it. No driving test. No written test.
Painted outside the TRANSITO office there’s ariel-view street grid l painted on the asphalt/ concrete. . Kinda like Lego-land.
The streets area about 12-inches side. It has little streets and buildings painted there with parking spaces and stop signs and left-turn lanes and one-way streets.
I’m told that an examiner will take you through a “test” and let you WALK through the faux-streets. You get to show that you know when to stop and how to back up and how to make left turns.
You are not in a car.
You are in an “air-car” like playing “air-guitar.”
You are not in a vehicle. You turn our “air wheel” to make a turn. You shift gears in the air like when you were a kid. You step on the imaginary brakes.
Maybe you even have to make “vroom vroom” sounds as you drive around.
Like I said, I never had to take any kind of driving or written test to get my Mexican license.
However, I’ve had local friends who were given written exams. They were getting their driving licenses for the first time.
The tests are not open book. There is no book. There’s no manual.
If you know how to drive, it’s not because you took lessons. It’s because someone else, maybe with questionable skills shows YOU how to drive. The circle continues.
With the written tests, no one is monitoring the test takers. Apparently, you’re welcome to discuss questions with your neighbor test-taker.
Answer by committee. Everyone gets to agree on the right answer about when it’s OK to blow through a stop sign or not having to signal a left turn.
When, my wife, Jill went to get her motorcycle license so she could ride her scooter it was a good example. She panicked when she was given the written test in Spanish. Multiple choice.
To her great joy, about 5 other test-takers all gladly helped her. They not only interpreted the questions, but also gave her the correct answers!
She only missed 1 answer and later told me she didn’t understand half the questions. But, she did got her scooter license.
Two weeks later, she stopped riding the scooter because of all the “crazy drivers.” I’m glad she did!
Just saying…
That’s my story!
Jonathan
