So as most of you know, the Great British Empire in all of
its wisdom decided that we will drive on the left side of the road. Despite the
fact the majority of people write with their right hand, especially in those
days when children were forced to use their right hand despite their natural
instincts. So forever more we are forced to struggle when driving around most
of the rest of the world. My first personal encounter with this problem was in
early October of last year during my first semester on this adventure in the
States. We were all given the Friday off University to travel to Dallas, Texas to
watch the OU American Football team play the University of Texas on the
Saturday (more on this in the next post). Before you ask, yes you did read that correctly, our classes were
cancelled in the name of a football game. Thank you America.
As you can imagine I was more than happy to be a passenger
during this simple three hour trip… Especially when it turned into a not so
simple five and a half hour trip due to traffic made up entirely of OU college
students racing to Dallas. It wasn't until Monday night when we were travelling
back from Houston that it was my turn to take the wheel, being chauffeured for
six hours was apparently too much to ask for, who would have known? So lil ole
me hopped up in the front of this huge Cadalliac four wheel drive and took on
the Texas highway, on the wrong side of the road. For the first twenty minutes
the radio was banned, my new and improved personal speed limit was 50mph and no
one was allowed to speak. I think I made the top of around 752 truck driver’s
hit list that night, but we made it home in one piece and my fear was broken.
Since then I've acquired more millage on the wrong side of the road than I have
the right side. And trust me, you’ll hear all about that later.
Moral of the story: However familiar it is for the rest of the world, the right
side will always be the wrong side.
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