Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Myths Yanks believe about the UK Practical Driving Test, debunked



Many of us, when looking for information about a subject we are interested in, troll the Internet. I did when I began to wonder what was required to change my US driving license for a UK one, something I would need to do once I became a legal resident of England. Mainly, I found horror stories.

The horrors were not about the roads themselves, although especially in the southwest, where I live, many roads are ancient ones built when even the King's Highway needed to be only as wide as the rumps of two cart horses side by side; they've been paved since, but otherwise little altered. The roads are somewhat intimidating.


The dreaded UK Practical Driving Test
So, although there was some concern on the Internet about the general lack of generosity in use of paving materials nationwide, most commentary was about the feared--nay, dreaded--UK Practical Driving Test. The UK Practical Driving Test is regarded as one of the two toughest in the world, I have read. The single one that's tougher is the South African driving test. That one is so hard, a great many people there simply learn to drive, buy a car, and never annoy a government driving examiner with their presence. In fact, there are myriad UK nationals and immigrants who do likewise in the UK, hoping nothing untoward will happen. Stupid. Just stupid.

After all the horror stories, and admitting to a healthy dose of fear about meeting disarticulated lorries (known in the States as semi-trailers, or semis) on the narrow roads, I booked driving lessons. Forty-six years of points-free driving in the US, and I booked lessons. Bizarre.

Truly, though, there are some road tricks that can help immeasurably with the British highway heebie jeebies, and my first instructor taught them to me immediately. Road positioning for example, is paramount where the verge is a rock wall and there's no center line and the road is barely two cars wide. The trick? Just use the light-colored stripe down the middle of your side of the road to position the driver's seat over...remembering, naturally, that one is on the WRONG side of the road. Later, I learned another trick: feel as if your shoulder is against the white line in the middle of the road (or where a white line should be), and the car will be in the right position. With windows open, and cars whizzing by at as much as 60 mph, it can be a little unnerving. But my instructor kept saying, "There's plenty of room." And I kept saying, "Not to a Yank." But eventually, I got used to it.

The roundabout, scourge of the American driver
OK. So all that was good. But then there was the question of roundabouts. They are simple enough when they are one lane, but two? Oy vay. It seems, until one learns the correct idiom, as if drivers are just hurtling at you from every which way. In fact, sometimes they do, because the UK has lousy and inconsiderate drivers just like every place else. Still, if you know you are correct and know where to look for those who aren't, you've got most of that job done. Keeping your wits about you will do the rest.

Old ladies driving, oh my
If the tiny roadways, ubiquitous roundabouts and wrong-side travel were not enough, the UK also has a legion or two of OLD drivers...really old drivers...who were issued licenses during WWII, when the driving test that had been instituted in the mid-1930s was put on hiatus during the war. They learned to drive when top speeds were about 50 mph, cars had no power to speak of, the roads were wide enough to accommodate the skinny old cars, there were not seventeen kinds of pedestrian crossings and 8 pages of road markings and signs to learn. Result: They never had to learn all that to pass any sort of test, don't know any of it now, and are still legally tooling around in cars with power and width on roads designed for horses under rubrics devised by bureaucrats to cope with increasingly inadequate roadways without spending money for such things as tarmac and sign gantries. Nothing, bar the oldsters telling the Driving Standards Agency when they are too blind or ill or impaired to drive, limits a UK license. It is good FOREVER, although the yearly health reports are supposed to be made after age 70. Supposed to be made is the operative phrase. Did I mention oy vay?

Well, maybe backing around a corner is worse
Worst of all, however, is the spectre of backing around a corner, required on about a fourth of all tests, in alternation with backing into a parking bay, three-point turns, and parallel parking. Americans are terrorized most by backing around a corner since it is basically regarded as dangerous in the States and is illegal in many states. When I learned to drive in New York State, doing something like that would get you a hefty fine, or worse.

Next in fearsomeness is backing into a parking bay. No American can understand why anyone would want to do it as a matter of course; it's tough to load the groceries that way.

Three-point turns and parallel parking, though, should not strike terror into Yankee hearts, but they do. And herein lies another myth to be debunked.

Americans are told that if, while doing either of these maneuvers, their tires contact the curb, they will fail.

Not so.

If they mount the curb, they will fail. If they touch it while going dead slow--I mean really dead slow, like a baby crawling--they might lose a point, but won't fail on that account. And doing it that slow is desirable; the examiners are looking for fine motor control, a balance between clutch and brake and gas, and 360 degree observation virtually every few seconds, or sooner.

Which leaves only one other seriously weird thing Americans worry about when taking the UK Driving Test: turning the steering wheel.

Old-lady driving techniques are NOT required
When I learned to drive, in 1963, we were taught a hand-over-hand method, as that allowed quite a good deal of both finesse and accuracy. Our instructors even made fun of people, usually old folks, who pushed and pulled the wheel through their hands, or threaded it. Not a good way if you need to make a fast turn for some reason, like to avoid a Mack truck bearing down in your lane, for instance.

But Americans think--and many UK driving instructors also think--that hand-over-hand use of the steering wheel will cause a practical test failure.

It will not. Most experienced drivers will handle the wheel that way. Why would they want experienced drivers to go back to the baby steps that are useful--perhaps--for rank neophytes? They don't. The very first thing I asked my instructor at the Five Day intensive driving course in Norwich, UK, was whether this was necessary. It is not. Repeat: It is not. The standards call for control of the wheel at all times. Period. No specific method of handling it is mandated. And, as the instructors said at Five Day, "We don't teach people to be learner drivers; we teach them to be drivers." All the difference in the world.

So why do so many Americans of vast driving experience in the US and a good bit in the UK before having to change their license (one has a full year to drive on a valid US license) fail the test? Because they have bought into the major myths. Here they are, and the truths:

Myth number one: You have to thread the wheel. You don't. Hand-over-hand is fine.
Myth number two: You will fail if you don't do the backing around a corner perfectly. You won't, necessarily. I was told of a lady who did it very badly on her test, and in bona fide frustration, banged her head on the steering wheel and wailed, "Why can't a grown woman DO this?"  The examiner consoled her, mentioning she'd never do it again in her life (who does?), and while he would take off some points for inaccuracy, her observations and control of the clutch were fine. She passed. (One can lose 15 minor points and still pass.)

This may be an exception, but it is one that points up another myth to be debunked with extreme prejudice: All driving test centers are alike.

They are not. Indeed, my admittedly scanty research suggests that centers in fair-sized cities will be more conversant with the many perfectly safe driving styles as well as with the UK standards, and foreign drivers will have a better chance of proving their skills at those. My advice in that regard would be this:

Spring for a week-long course and get 'er done
Find an intensive driving course and take it. DO NOT fool around with a few lessons for a few months trying to get the hang of the UK requirements, which many less senior instructors don't really know. DO understand that when an intensive course instructor sees an experienced driver, he or she will know that and teach you want you actually need to know (i.e., backing around a corner) and not worthless, needless bulldoody, such as threading the steering wheel through turns rather than doing hand-over-hand turning. Intensive driving schools employ instructors rated by the DSA (Driving Standards Agency) at five or six, the two highest rankings; local driving schools very often have instructors with less exalted rankings, and therefore less extensive knowledge and understanding. Often, that will include very little experience of foreign drivers' experience and skill.

Don't think a nationwide driving school company offering local lessons is the answer, either. I booked some lessons from AA (the Automobile Association), thinking they'd surely be sophisticated and knowledgeable. They were not. In fact, the greatest amount of bogus information I got came from AA, I think because they "teach to test" for rank beginners, period. An experienced immigrant will not benefit from the sort of lessons I had from them, not at all. Indeed, I came home crying after the second of three lessons I had booked and prepaid, and cancelled the third. Losing money was better than losing my mind.

I had wanted to do an intensive course, with the test at the end, and get it done long ago. But it did mean staying in a hotel far from home, missing my family...all that. So I messed around with the local routine for several miserable months. In the end, I sprung for the intensive course anyway, and it was well worth it. It was worth it even though I had already spent a small fortune on the local driving lessons. It was worth it because:
  • The instructors are top-notch.
  • Distractions are absent; all one has to do is apply one's foreign experience to UK requirements, which is tons easier than trying to re-invent the wheel, needlessly.
  • It got it over and done, no muss or fuss.
  • There is usually a pass guarantee. For example, Five Day is so sure their method works, they will give those who fail the first time some extra tuition to work on the weak point so they pass the second time. That alone is worth the freight.
  • Paying for something that works is better than paying money and spending time with something that doesn't.
  • It is actually rather fun to spend time with mainly young people seeking their license...a good way to take the pulse of the country and update one's cultural knowledge.
  • Even those of us who think we know it all can pick up valuable information and insights, into driving and all sorts of other stuff, by spending 20 or 30 hours in a short space of time with a highly qualified instructor.
  • It is nifty to be able to explore a new area of a new country while making headway toward becoming more a part of that country. I can't think of any part of England that would not offer ex-pat Yanks plenty to hold one's interest in off hours.
You will find, on the Internet, the opinion that if beginners can be taught to pass the tough UK driving test in only one week, then their knowledge will be shallow and their experience almost nil. That's true. But that would also be true if they spent an entire year on local lessons, one lesson a week with time to get rusty in between. In the UK, unlike the US, it is rare that young people learn by driving a few times a week with Mom and Dad; it is prohibitive to insure the family car for learner drivers in the UK. Perhaps the fact that all new drivers lack experience is one reason the UK test is so tough. In any country, new drivers will need to gain experience by driving alone, without an instructor or Mom or Dad to issue commands or even give helpful suggestions. There is inevitably a time when new drivers are dangerous, and there is no way around it. Practice makes perfect, after all, as long as that practice is accurate...which may well be the entire point of the exceedingly picky, very demanding UK practical driving test.

Now, if we could only get them to test the geezers who got a license simply by being alive and tall enough to see over the steering wheel for about six years in the 1940s.....

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Only fools, and ex-pats, rush in: The UK Practical Driving Test


A Ford Ka, very popular, very small. This is obviously the teenage sporty model, responsible for the draconian UK Driving Test, no doubt.
Look at that wicked grille! (Wiki commons, Doerfer)
Consider, if you will, the absurdity. No, I’m not speaking of the (s)elections of George W. Bush for US President. I’m speaking of the U.K. Driving Practical Test. I have read of no American, on dozens of blogs, who didn’t approach it with fear and trembling no matter how long and how problem-free their driving record in the U.S.

I have read of no one who passed it the first time. I didn’t pass it the first time.  But fear not; this blog isn’t about driving and my intense frustration at what another blogger called a “Stalinist exercise in moral rectitude…,” but rather about what a Yank will suffer to get away from the crumbling hulk that is currently known as the U.S. of A.the post-Dubya morass of hopelessness, punctuated by frequent instances of oligarchical excess and civil servant depravity.

I was lucky. I have both a U.S. and an E.U. passport, and so had the extreme luxury of being able to choose to live in a society more free than the U.S., and in which I can quibble with its inanities without fear of the U.S. Homeland Security Gestapo knocking at my door. I have returned to the fold that spawned America, in fact, and am wondering what all the fuss might have been about in 1776. Next to post-Dubya America, this place is paradise for the thinking human. But I digress.

This blog is about driving in the U.K. and assorted adjunct lifestyle issues. Naturally, it will begin with the foundational premise of any national driving scheme except perhaps that of Francesaving lives and decreasing accidents. Fair enough. But fair warning, too: bureaucrats are in charge.

Road Safety: How safe is the UK, really?
While one can find all sorts of statistics concerning road safety, with wildly differing assessments of the US and the UK experience, it would seem reasonable to take the figures provided not by either nation (according to its own lights, the UK is a paragon in road safety), but rather a third party. I have, therefore, chosen a study by a group from the Netherlands. The Dutch, it seems to me, might be fairly even-handed when assessing nations other than their own, and indeed, on their graph, available here, the US and the UK are quite close in highway safety.

The graph is accompanied by a disclaimer that says volumes of traffic and high speeds were not factored in. If they had been, with high speeds creating more deadly crashes, the US would appear to be even safer than the UK, where with rare exceptions, highways are not both crowded and high-speed. Try crawling around the nominally 70 mph M25 motorway outside London for a prime example. Or try doing the listed 60 mph national speed limit on the tarmac cowpaths that serve as the roads policed by the Devon and Cornwall Constabulary. Can’t be done. Crashes will be at low speeds, and therefore less deadly than a driver-error crash in Montana.

And yet, virtually all US driving tests, even the relatively tough one in New York State, are laughably passable next to the mental/emotional obstacle course that constitutes the UK driving test. Mind you, it isn’t the actual driving that’s hard. It’s dealing with the demands of the Stalinists. I would remind you that surviving in Stalinist Russia demanded that one obey the rules to the letter…except that no one would tell you what the rules really were. Just so the UK Practical Driving Test. Still, lots of driving lesson companies make lots of money because they contend they have figured it out and will tell you, for a price.

Agreed: Nervous drivers will NOT be good drivers
If I wanted to ensure that someone performed badly both mentally and physically, I would insist that they adhere to a number of procedures that were born in a bureaucratic haze, delivered to the population by vote-seeking politicians, and administered by underpaid law officer wannabes. Yes, that’s what I would do. That would create the free-society equivalent of the Stalinist miasma, see above.

I would further make pleasing the judgment of the wannabes so capricious as to constitute what the above-mentioned blogger referred to as a Stalinist exercise.

And to further ensure the greatest misery, particularly among those who have chosen to live in my nationi.e., immigrantsI would not make any distinction in either taking or assessing the testing of those who have been driving successfully for, say, fifteen years or more and the basic, callow, home-grown 17-year-old who simply wants to emulate what he thinks his US peers do and boogie down the open road, beer in hand, radio blaring.

Yes, that is exactly what I would do.

And that is exactly what the U.K. has done.

Moreover, they have added a financial component. Not only does each practical test cost about $100 bucks, one has to pay the fee for each test. No retakes.

Plus, to save money, they have employed infinitely fewer brown shirts, I mean examiners, than needed, making the rule that one cannot repeat the test less than ten days after failing laughable. One is lucky to be able to book one in under 2.5 months, by which time the validity of one’s US license will have run out. To be legal, one will then have no choice but to book lessons (driving lessons for someone with a clean record for 46 years is sensible, no?) at a minimum of 22 pounds per hour. That’s pounds, not dollars. In dollars, today, it’s $36.02.

Driving to drive, and a menu of roadway treats
Nor can one book an hour, depending on where one lives. I live half an hour from the closest town offering tests. Since one is not actually taught to drive, but taught instead to do the hinky little things the examiner will demand in whatever hilly, curvy medieval town offers testing, one must go there to practice. So an hour and a half is the shortest lesson it is logical to book.

And then, when one gets there, one can choose from the following menu of enticing possibilities to practice:

  • Reverse around a corner. Americans lack the DNA for this.
  • Turn in roadway. (Doing it as the traditional 3-point turn is recommended; if you take 5 points, you lose one point of the 15 you are allowed to lose and still pass. Warning: Failing to look in your rear-view mirror when shifting on the open road will get you a point. For each instance. For 40 minutes. As my sister-in-law said, experienced drivers know what the heck is on the road around them and would be inclined to look only on downshifting to avoid being rear-ended. Who cares if the gap between your car and Auntie Maudie’s increases?)
  • Parallel parking. (Laughable, especially to New Yorkers. You have TWO CAR LENGTHS do achieve it in. Actually, it’s hard to do that when you actually do know how to parallel park.)
  • Back into a parking bay. So convenient if one is loading groceries in the trunk. What American DOES this?
  • Dealing with roundabouts. That means traffic circles. Sometimes 3 lanes deep. Cheaper to build than cloverleaf structures, and infinitely more entertaining for drivers. Depending on the phrasing of the examiner, one will take the inside or outside lane. Listen up, Yank!
  • Driving in first-gear through medieval streets that often go through buildings. Really.
  • Negotiating a 1.5-car wide rural road that winds down to a bridge exactly 6 inches wider than a compact car. This route is not used, obviously, by larger vehicles; all driving instructors teach in compact cars.
  • Getting onto a controlled access highway. Not a motorway; oh, no. Those are reserved for those who have passed the test and who, having never driven on a motorway (read I-95 in Atlanta, for example), will shove their tiny vehicle out there, blue-knuckled, trying to wedge between humongous lorries from Germany with the driver not on the right as are British drivers, but on the left, looking down on the top of one’s struggling Ford Ka. The highway is bad enough, because the lorry drivers don’t make the distinction between highway and motorway. Nor, except for differences in signage, need anyone else.

There’s more. But, as interesting as this is to someone who has already run the St. Ann’s Chapel gauntlet as well as the motorway to Bristol UK, it might be boring to some. So I’ll save the juicy backing around the corner bits for next time…and the rest of the toothsome menu of possibilities for other excusions into the Neo-Stalinist Mindset and Bubble Bath. (No bubble bath. I just threw that in. See, I'm learning.)