to lose your drivers license, and have fun surviving it
my drivers license was taken off me for six months. Literally, as
policeman actually came to my door and stripped me of it,well!.
Now I am
not a bad boy on the road, though I must say, I used to be.I don’t
speed as such, but what I had been doing, with my impulsive nature,
is jump into the my nice modern car and off. Within seconds I would
look down at the speedo, low and behold,I am over the speed limit. I
would slow down immediately. But twice in a row, once on The West
Coast, and the fatal time, in Palmerston, within those seconds, they
were there with the radar.
picture was this. On my way back from Dunedin, I called into
McGregor’s Tearooms to buy my favorite mutton pie. ( This has been
a ritual of mine Oh--- for about fifty years,) jumping gleefully into
the car, with licking of lips, knowing I would wait until Kataki
Beech to leisurely walk the sand and savor with the seagulls.
colored lights flash, I’m a goner. Not one, but three cop cars at
the bridge, only three hundred meters from the pie shop.
Mortification and gnashing of teeth. This I think is the worst space
in the saga of loosing the license. The story unfolds.
do understand the police have their job to do, it was more that. As
I only had ten points of the allowed hundred left, I had upgraded my
radar detector, ( I call it “ the cop catcher “ ) the fuse had
blown, and I had omitted to fix it !!
I was upset, but very soon I decided, well, this is my life, I can
make of it what I want, so let’s make this a learning thing, and
have some fun doing it.
So, I got
my Metro Card. (great system) and started using “The Busses”. , I had
to walk a mile to and from, and doing
it briskly, I made this my exercise for the day. This was a PLUS.
The Busses I find I meet a whole different culture. I travel the
world to study difference in cultures, and find it’s here in my
own back yard. Another PLUS.
and studying people has always been an interest of mine, whether in
India, China, Africa, or here in NZ, so the bus is akin to a
traveling bird hide. PLUS
drivers are mostly delightful, and me being a good chater, I got to
know all about them and bus culture. PLUS.
chat to lovely older people, to whom the service was a lifeline. PLUS.
of interesting people travel on The Busses. PLUS.
so good to see many young Asian Students using the service. So often
we only hear negatives of Asians, including driving problems, but
this is another side. They help our bus service to run, as at certain
times, there would be mostly Asians aboard. PLUS.
I am not
a born driver, to be driven is a privilege to me, so here I was
being driven all the time. PLUS.
Wwoofers , (travelers who stay and work for people with an organic
bent. ) They ring me, and I decided to only take the ones with a car
at this time. So what a delight, , to be driven, including out at
night socially where I could have a few drinks with impunity not
having to drive. In turn,they loved being shown around my town. (and
the free drinks!) PLUS.
out who your real friends are, the ones who ring to offer a ride, and
ask if you are ok. PLUS.
I love to
read. Without a car a lot more of that was done. PLUS.
happening like this makes one review life. A big PLUS.
always enjoyed these milestones, so with this mindset, the six months
went quickly, and I look back with affection. PLUS.
showed this to Diana Shand, who helped set up the bus service, whilst
on the Regional Council, she asked me to do an article to The
So, h “
If YOU, have the misfortune, to lose your license, I hope you have as
much fun as I did. “