HOW IS MY DRIVING?

Published July 19, 2017 by rochellewisoff

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

Kent’s photo put me back on that tour bus with Zvi. Normally I eschew Friday Fictioneers sequels or double dipping. With red, although unapologetic, countenance I am doing both this week. 🙄

Genre: Memoir/Anecdote

Word Count: 100

HOW IS MY DRIVING?

            A rather shy man, our Israeli bus driver, Gabi had a welcoming smile for everyone. Every day we spoke, he in halting English and I in limited Hebrew.

            What a driver! He maneuvered that behemoth through narrow streets I wouldn’t dare attempt to navigate in my Saturn. I was reminded of cartoon car chases where vehicles curved around corners like Gumby.

            My seatmate grasped the armrest, her knuckles white. “He must ride a motorcycle.”   

            “Ahtah rokhev al ofanoah?” I asked him.

            His sunny expression gave way to horror. “Lo! Mesukahn! Mesukahn!” He flashed his pocket translator which read, “Dangerous! Perilous!”

****

Aych ahnee noheg? How is my driving?

Gabi

55 comments on “HOW IS MY DRIVING?

  • I would sooner ride my motor bike than drive a behemoth. Loved hearing you reading your story. Hopefully one day i will learn how to post a verbal rendition of one of my stories. Shalom

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    • Dear Michael,

      I won’t drive anything much bigger than a compact car. I have on rare occasions but it wasn’t fun. I’m just getting the hang of this MP3 thing and I had to upgrade my blog to do it. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • We have had huge gas-guzzlers for years. We took the kids all over – in Yellowstone – our brand new Chevy Suburban died – it was three days before it was fixed. Wow – we learned a lot about Yellowstone. Good story!

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    • Dear Speed Racer,

      These days when my husband or son says “You drive like an old woman.” I can’t argue. 😉

      One of my favorite stickers was one I saw when they first started using them was a very official one that when you looked closely it said, “How’s my driving. Call 1-800-EAT-SHIT”

      Thanks for commenting twice. 😉

      Shalom,

      Octavia

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  • Shalom, Rochelle

    A white-knuckle ride for sure. I know this was a memoir but it had me breathless. What a fantastic anecdotal story. Israel is a world away from were I am at. I am enjoying a taste of Israel in your writings, comment and the the writings and comments of other established and fledgling writers grouped together here and sheltering under your wings.

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  • Love it! I do believe that’s the first time I’ve heard your voice, too! So Cool! I’ve ridden with a few dangerous and perilous drivers before. The scariest was the daily bus ride from the compound down to St. George’s Harbor on Grenada (island). One lane road, three abreast, jungle on one side sheer cliff on the other. You couldn’t be an atheist on that bus, for sure.

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    • Dear Jelli,

      I’ve posted a couple of recordings. One on FF and one on Pegman and then 4 recordings on another blog post. So I’m relatively new at it. With doing radio interviews I’m trying to accustom myself to my own voice.
      The scariest ride I’ve had was a taxi in NYC. I’m sure I lost a lot of tooth enamel on that one. 😉 Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    That’s funny! A case of lost in translation.

    I’m a terrible passenger. So much so, that when my husband is driving, he often ends ups saying, “Well, you drive then!” At which point I stop criticising him, as I don’t want to drive. It’s things such as him failing to signal, going really slowly when there’s a queue of traffic behind him but shooting out of turnings too fast, and not thanking someone who has given way to him.

    I’ve driven the same small and basic Citreon for the last 20 years but I’m rather attached to it. The largest vehicle I’ve ever driven was a vintage Riley — white with loads of polished chrome and leather seats. It didn’t belong to me, but I was allowed to get behind its wheel on one occasion. Even that seemed like a huge responsibility.

    It may not be possible for me to contribute to FF this week, but I’ll see how things go.

    All best wishes,
    Sarah

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