
I’ve been a licensed driver for 52 years. That I have survived as a licensed driver boils down to what I was taught in Driver’s Education and what I’ve learned from on-the-road experience since. You learn what works and…what doesn’t. In the summer of 1972, I was 16 and spent the entire summer in Driver’s Ed. What I was taught that summer has never left me.
The following spring in 1973, I had my first and only ever chargeable accident. I had just dropped my sister off at junior high school. As I made my way around the median, I learned my first lesson as a licensed driver – look both ways before proceeding. I was hit by a school bus – then – thrust into a huge tree. I heard kids yelling “TIMBER!!!” as the tree hit the ground. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never be seen again.
To add insult to injury, I ran home two blocks away – leaving the scene of the accident. When my father asked where the car was, I explained and was scolded by him for leaving the scene of an accident. When he and I returned to the accident site, a county police officer was waiting for me to explain to me why you never leave the scene of an accident. It was very humiliating.
I perceived we’d just pay the fine and would be done. My father wasn’t having any parts of that, which would prove very educational for me. He took time off from work to escort me to traffic court where I would stand before a judge – which at 16 was very intimidating. The judge explained to me the importance of obeying rules of the road and that he better not see me again.
As I reflect upon that first accident and what I learned from it, I am reminded of just how dangerous the roads are today. Schools here in Los Angeles don’t provide Driver’s Ed. Parents are not punctuating the importance of being a responsible motorist. As much as I hate ragging on young people (we’ve all been young people), they are the most dangerous drivers on the road today. Every time I see some crazy stunt on the freeway or red-light runners, they are committed by young people with zero respect for the rules of the road.

I’m doing 70-80 mph and I have some young buck sitting 12-inches from my back bumper or some impatient soul flies past me at 120 in a Honda. They believe life is one big video game. Only this is reality – not virtual reality. You come home in a box after “GAME OVER” when your family lays you to rest. You’re not just affecting your own life – but the lives of others.
This is where rigorous driver education and parental discipline comes into play. What’s more, we need greater levels of law enforcement and respect for the police. What are we teaching young people today? Hands off parenting doesn’t work.
My point here is simple. What worked a half century ago can still work today. Intensive driver education, real enforcement of traffic laws, responsible parenting, and consequences for wrongdoing will make the roads safer. When law enforcement is visible – and even when it isn’t – people slow down. When there are no consequences for reckless driving, there’s little incentive to obey the rules. That goes for me and it goes for all of us.
I am grateful for what I was taught by great educators, mentors, and my parents. What they taught me long ago remains with me today. No matter how old you are, ask yourself…”How safe am I at the wheel?” You’re never too old to learn.
Not trying to start a “thing” here but after the music biz I took a part time job as a CSR for an insurance agent. Not going into depth put a customer put it to me this way, paraphrased – people who aren’t from here, who have never driven in their lives arrive, their husband gets them seven lessons, buys them a used Camry and turns them loose. Which, based on the calls I took and policies I wrote and questions I answered, seemed to hold a strong thread of truth. In Texas over 30% of drivers have no insurance, never had or have a suspended license and feel no sense of responsibility so they take off. And the rest of us wonder why our rates are so high. Plus, the indulgent parents (this has been going on a loooong time) buy Bubba or Missy a high powered car and no lessons in how to handle it. I knew a girl in highschool who had a Firebird 400 until she got in a wreck with a kid who had a Shelby 500. Both survived. Her next car, by her own request, was a Bug convertible. Fun, hard to be stupid in. Plus I doubt kids today get all the gory films we got. I know my daughter didn’t. It’s worth your life to get on the road, and the best thing I got taught was always leave yourself a way out, and drive defensively, like everyone else on the road is an idiot. Because most are, and do.
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