October 3, 2012 at 5:06 pm

The Drewth about Driving Tests


Donald Saunders kissed his wife, walked out of his house, and set off to his place of work.

“Please come back to me,” his wife urged.
“I always do.”
A single tear ran down her cheek as her husband sped off down the road.
Mrs. Saunders (whose husband, a humble servant of the state, works at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles and administers road tests) has a predicament like that of many others.  Every day her mind is plagued by the perpetual fear of never seeing her husband again.  Who is to say some disturbed kid won’t hop into that car one day for a road test, and take poor Mr. Saunders for a ride he will not survive?
Many students I’ve talked to in the past have had no hesitation in complaining against the stony-faced injustice of these “testers”: they neither smile nor appear to have any degree of human compassion, and when a student fails his/her test, it is often for an incredibly ludicrous and minor offense.  I was once one of those people – but no longer.
Thrice I was tested for my driving skills at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles in Ellsworth, and twice I failed.  On the third attempt, it was naught else but for the mercy of Donald Saunders that I passed, despite a number of mistakes.  The reason I write this is because the people who give these tests can never be entirely certain that they will return home to their spouses after a long day of testing nervous teenagers on the road.  As I write this I’m reminded of the first time I took a road test in Ellsworth.  As I was attempting to change lanes, my hand shook on the wheel and the vehicle began to swerve – yet my tester remained steadfast and did not interfere.  It is this kind of bravery that is to be honored – the kind of bravery that is to be seen behind the expressionless countenance of the road tester.
To all of you who at this point may be harboring a grudge or continuing to struggle with passing your test, do not be discouraged.  Just remember that Donald Saunders and those like him only wish to keep us and others safe on the road.  They will not pass someone unless they feel certain that that person will be safe.  And that’s the Drewth.
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