Driving
I learned how to drive in Iowa. Back then, you could start with your permit at 14 years old, after drivers’ education. My first car was a huge Monte Carlo Super Sport and I drove it excitedly amongst the single lane roads. With cornfields at my side my greatest fear was a winter ice storm or a family of deer darting across the road. Other than that, driving a car was simple. People were Iowa nice and they mostly obeyed the rules. Life paced by evenly with a steady volume of traffic on the road. When I turned 18, I moved to New York, my confidence in driving was wildly shaken. Instead of driving in a town with just a couple of stop lights, I now drove on roads with six lanes. Turn signals all of the sudden became optional and hand signals were often shared with me from other drivers. And most of the time it included only one finger. The pace speed up and I moved fast to stay with the increased speed and volume of cars. What a difference from one location to the next. It t...