My name is Drew Harris and I have an irrational fear of cars....
OR at least that's what OTHERS think. I personally think that my fear of cars is quite rational and sane and built on 'life lessons'... However I can live with people saying that my fear is irrational, so long as they understand that cars are scary to me.
I say this because I had a talk with my father recently and he
explained to me that I would have an easier time finding a job IF I knew how to drive. I told this to a friend, Adam, getting peeved that my father didn't understand my fear/dislike of cars. My friend pointed out that my father was right, i.e. there is freedom to driving. I responded, that I had been in 3 car accidents. He retorted that he felt BEING the driver made him feel in control, but that he could 'understand' if I said that I had an 'irrational fear'. I thought about this for a sec and was like ok, put me down for irrational fear.
HOWEVER just to go over the reasons I'm scared of cars- the 3 accidents + 1.
-1, four wheeled vesicle of DOOM. Many people have had little red wagons... more people know what they are. I had a little red wagon, a hill a block away from my home with the little red wagon and an older brother who dared me to do stupid stuff. In this case it wasn't SO stupid but the results were bad.
I grew up in NYC, so the 'hill' in question was in Riverside Park. It was at the entrance of the park. Imagine an J shaped path in 3d... the top is higher and it loops down instead of going down straight. Now this being NYC, the path is made of asphalt. Got the path in your mind? Now add a fence on both sides. The fence is anchored at key points by putting the steel into concrete bases in the ground( to stabilize it). Ok got that... NOW erase the fence. The fence is gone however you are left with the concrete bases, which have steel spikes sticking out- the remains of the fence. Add to this a little red wagon, which has shit for steering controls and a little kid that has shit for reflexes. See my brother has good reflexes, so he was able to steer the wagon down this simple path, so I thought I could and he egged me on.
I went down the hill and hit one of the concrete bases. I was young and therefore immortal. I went 'ouch!', got up and brushed myself off. I didn't want to do it again but thought 'ok. that was stupid. I need my brother to steer.' My brother however went somewhat ashen... He looks at me and said 'time to go home!' I shrug. I didn't know why he wanted to go home so bad, but he was the older brother so we went. We go home and I remember, better then most of my childhood memories, my step mother ( dad's second wife) going apeshit. She is normally a very reserved person but she gets down on her knees to be at my level and starts asking what happened? How do I feel??!! I'm like Ok, I guess. I have no idea what's going on but figure something bad. She drags me to the bathroom, where I find out that I'm bleeding on my forehead. I was like- thanks Jon( my brother) in an ironic tone. We go to the doctor. He's worried that it could be a concussion, so in one of those baffling science thing they want you to stay up even though you want to sleep
Accident 1- Bike V. Car. This happened when I was about 14-16, I'm pretty sure I was in Jr. High or starting High School. I had taken to biking to school. It was a pretty simple route and about a mile or so. I had gotten to a T intersection. I was going straight but a car next me was getting ready to turn right. I was on the right of the vehicle. TOTALLY obeying traffic laws, I was riding WITH traffic between the parked cars and the first lane of moving cars. I waited for the light like the guy. Since he had already started turning his car, I decided I'd turn AROUND him, doing like a 1/2 circle so I could continue to the next street and he could make his turn. I figured I had right of way... so I did this.
I don't remember being hit- I just remember waking up on the other side of the intersection. The bike she was total. I hurt but still had my cloak of childhood immortality around me, I walked home and then said I felt ok enough to go to school. At school I realized that I could've gotten away with a day off- so said I wasn't feeling well even though I felt ok( save for losing the bike).
Accident 2- Porshe V. Pole. Ok this is the BIG one. This is the one that made me go "oh, shit! I'm not immortal, am I????" I was 18,freshman year of college. My older brother had given me a couple of driving lessons but I wasn't really into driving. I justified it as--- in NYC, a car is a luxury item and didn't NEED to learn to drive. Maybe if the accident hadn't have happened, I'd've learnt to drive by graduation.
Anyway my mom was visiting me and she was staying with a cousin of hers who lived in Eastern Mass. He has a nice nifty porshe which he wanted to show off. I'm in the passenger seat, his teenage daugher and her friend are in what he calls the 'backseat' . We're traveling on back roads.... It MIGHT"VE been paved but it definitely was a one lane road. Anyway, I don't remember the accident. One minute we're driving along at at least 70mph... and the next, I'm in the hospital and my mom, dad and step dad at the hospital. I remember bits of the weekend. The accident happened on Friday, I was released on Sunday night( in the care of my mom's cousins) and remember a few hours of it.
I'm told that the cousin saw an animal on the road( not sure if it was like a deer or a raccoon), he swerved out of the way and into an oncoming telephone pole. I got it the worst. He and his daughter was fine. Me I was lucky to be wearing my safety belt( didn't always do it back then). My head went through the side window. They told me they
TRIED to get all of the glass out- but wasn't sure and felt that I could live with a little glass.
Now, I know there might be drunks out there, but this was the first time I had ZERO sense of balance. I'm clumsy but usually know up from down... not so much after the hospital. I remember a real problem with the stairs in my mom's cousin's place.
So after this I realize I could've died in the crash which means I'm MORTAL. Wow I mean a couple of people I knew( including my grandma) had died but I believed as only kids believe that I was immortal till this accident. I also realized, Hey... If *I* had been driving- not only can I kill myself by making a mistake- BUT I could kill a passenger or pedestrian. This made me major in philosophy for two years trying to find the point of things.
But man, I didn't want to drive. I have crappy reflexes and my attention span is... Hey what's that over there on my desk ;-)
I made sure I buckled ALL the time after that... even looked for buckles in cabs. I also remember and tell with glee, I was at a friend's house that holiday break. I scratched my head and felt a piece of glass, so I started scratching it more and trying to work the glass out. So I'm sitting there watching TV, and I pulled a piece of bloody glass from my head. Freaked out my friend and his mom.
Accident 3- Old people shouldn't be allowed to drive.
This was stupid of me. Basically I was visiting my grandfather- who was in his 80's at this point. I was at his place due to the Jewish new year. His wife( he remarried after my grandmother died) decided that he was taking too long to get ready, so she drove to the temple herself and left my grandfather to get ready. I stayed with my grandpa cause... well he was my grandpa. I also was under TWO misconception- 1) that if he had a driver's license that he could drive and 2) that if his wife thought that he could drive... He could drive.
He got into a minor fender bender, nothing as bad as the first or second car accidents I had HOWEVER there was a bit of panic on my part. See as he was 80+ the police thought it best for him to go to the hospital. Which was the entirely right thing to do HOWEVER, I didn't have a) a cell phone or b) his home phone number. At the hospital, I called the temple- as I remembered it's name and told them what happened.
I suffered NO damage from accident #3 but it made me realize that there are people like my grandfather on the road- so when/ if I drove, I'd not only have to fear my own lack of attention and reflexes but OTHER PEOPLE'S PROBLEMS.
This led to what I thought was an odd argument with my father about driving RIGHTS. My grandfather's reflexes were shot and I realized, after the accident, that he was blind in one eye. I felt it was in the interest of my grandfather AND THE PUBLIC to keep him off the roads. My dad argued, almost as if he saw his own license in jeopardy, that there was a certain FREEDOM to be had from being able to drive.
I didn't like this argument as 1) I don't have a driver's license but still feel pretty free' and 2) My dad drives an SUV. If my grandfather hit my dad's car with his Pontiac, my dad would be little worse for the wear. I felt that perhaps if my grandfather was driving an SUV and my younger brother a porshe my father's views might be different.
So yes, maybe if I could drive I'd have a bit more freedom- but IN my mind I feel I'm safer by not driving. I also factor into the driving equation, not only are there people on the road who SHOULDN'T be( I've cringed a couple of times while watching Motormouth that people take their hands off the wheel), but financial reasons.
See IF I knew how to drive... I'd want a car, and a car- to me a non driver is a money pit. It seems you need something like $200-500 in your bank account 'just in case' if you owned a car.
So I have a dislike slash fear slash irrational fear of cars. I can live with it, even if my father feels my quality of life is diminished because of my inability to sit behind the wheel of a couple of tons of steel that can go 60 mph.