One Year of Driving!

Today’s the 27th of January, 2012. Exactly one year ago, I got my driver’s license. It has been one crazy year of driving. I drove all over the place with my mom’s Renault Scénic. It’s a typical woman’s car, but hey, it did the job. It just seems odd when a young, handsome man in a suit (that’s me, in case you were wondering) steps out of a grey minivan with a license plate that looks like it spells the word “love.” Not the manliest image, really.

All of that to say, I have a perfect record of zero accidents, speeding tickets, parking tickets, and roadkills. So far. Well, I squished a frog in Spain that one time. And I’m pretty sure I ran over a squirrel once. Suicidal bastard. So I guess I’ve had 1.5 roadkills, because frogs don’t really count. It’s like saying, “Why yes, indeed, I have slain the fiery dragon,” whereas in reality you only squished a fly. Accidentally.

I had my first road trip in June last year. I drove two of my friends and my brother all the way from Freiburg, Deutschland to Barcelona, España. For you Americans, that probably doesn’t sound like that big of a deal, but I drove a freaking Renault Scénic for 33 hours total, paying extraterrestrial amounts of money for gas, oil, and gas. Yes, a lot of gas. 2,300 kilometers, which is the equivalent of 1,430 miles. In four days. I did a lot of overtaking as well as rear-ending douchebags on the highway. Best trip ever.

Once I was driving around in the Swiss Alps, slipping and sliding down those steep, snow-laden, winding roads, and it was foggy that night as well. Absolutely perfect driving conditions (please note the abundance of sarcasm in that statement). I also had summer tires on. And they were pretty worn-out already, so it was like a suicide mission. Or a stupid dare. “Hey, I double-doggy-dog-doggidy-dare you to drive down that road with all odds against you.” So yeah, I drove down that road, and suddenly the car started to glide to the left, onto the other traffic’s lane, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Thank God nobody was coming towards me on the other lane. However, there was no rail in order to keep my car from tumbling down the side of the mountain for a couple hundred meters. With me in it. Fortunately, there was a little piece of bare asphalt surrounded by a sea of ice on the road, and I somehow managed to roll a tire over that surface and punch the breaks. My car twisted to the right, it’s rear tires positioned just inches before the edge of the Cliff of Certain Death, and the woman’s car came to a full halt. Phew. Good times…

I’ve never driven faster than 190 km/h on the German Autobahn, which, I must admit, is quite pathetic. But then again, I’ve only been driving for one year, and the only car I’ve driven so far, apart from my dad’s Opel Vivaro and my friend’s VW Passat, was that freaking Renault Scénic, so stop teasing me! I’m hoping to break the 250 km/h mark this year. And hopefully I’ll only break that mark, and not any bones or car parts in the process. I’m thinking about buying my own car sometime in the next few months. I haven’t made up my mind about what type of car I want, but I do have a few minimum requirements: It needs to be able to get me from A to B without injuring me, any passengers, or other drivers with whom I will be sharing the road.

Yay, question/comment time: What kind of car do you drive? Do you like it or absolutely despise it? What’s your dream car? Do you have any crazy driving experiences to share? No? Well, alright then.