For an immigrant, securing a driver’s license
is one of those notches on the checklist of ‘things to do’. Canada’s graduated
licensing program is rational but poses challenges for the newly arrived
resident. Getting a driving abstract from the home country and convincing the
Drive Test officials of the authenticity of your documents, is one of them.
When I first visited the Burlington Drive Test center for my G1 licensing exam
in December 2020, the lady at the desk refused to award me driving credits because
my Indian driving license had ‘something wrong’ with it. No further
explanation was provided. Almost a year later, another official from the
Mississauga Drive Test center took a long, hard look at the same license. Scratching
the edge of the chip embedded in the license to check whether it was real, she
finally accepted it.
The next and more real challenge along the Canadian licensing journey – the G2 road test – reared its fearsome head. My Google search history got populated with the monikers – three-point turn, parallel parking, downhill parking with the curb, et al. I have driven on the chaotic and laisezz-faire roads of India for close to two decades and executed all those maneuvers multiple times without a second’s thought. In a new country and with stricter traffic rules, those vehicular contortions suddenly seemed more difficult.
With a smiling Sikh instructor in tow and at
the helm of that ever-popular instructors’ car – the Corolla – I drove for the
first time in North America. It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking; the better
roads came accompanied by other cars, pedestrians, and buses; all of whom
seemed to have more ‘right of way’ than I did. Back in India, this property of
right-of-way if there was one, rested with the one who could accelerate faster,
weave in and out, and swivel to be the first.
Feeling prepared, I went in for my G2 drive
test at the Burlington temporary site. It was bright and sunny, and my examiner
was a smiling Sri Lankan named Pradeep. I remember I was excited but not
nervous; confident in my two-decades-old driving experience in India. It took me all of 3 minutes to fail my test when I dawdled on an advanced green
light. With the smile never leaving his face, Pradeep made me go through all
the mandatory driving tasks for the remainder of the test without letting me on
to the fact that he had already failed me. Back in the parking lot after the
test, Pradeep uttered those demoralizing words, “Unfortunately, you were not
able to meet the Ministry’s standards today...”.
Another bright noon eleven days later, and I
was sitting behind the wheel of the trusty Corolla in the Oakville drive test
center parking lot. This time, I was nervous. I was trying to keep my mind
blank, but unerringly, my thoughts would turn to the very real prospect of a second
failed attempt. I had already spent a lot of time and money on the driving
lessons and the car rides to and from the test centers. Sensing my nervousness
perhaps, my instructor gave me a piece of gum. Then, an examiner, Steve, got in
the car and proceeded to give me the pre-test official ‘talk’. By this
time, I had already sat in the car for close to half an hour (Steve was late)
and was itching to get on with the test. Silently offering a prayer to the
powers-that-be, I drove out of the parking lot. The traffic was sparse; I
remember I was not feeling any emotion – I was just cued onto whatever Steve
was saying from the next seat.
Ten minutes later as my instructor would tell
me later, we pulled into the parking lot where Steve had his last directive for
me. He indicated a vacant spot and asked me to reverse-park. The previous
minutes had been uneventful, but suddenly, I felt a little anxious about that
little space. I felt I went too far ahead to make the turn properly. So, I made
a little adjustment and slowly reversed into the spot. Finally, it was done but
the car was not strictly in the center between the lines. I asked Steve if I
could try to make a better placement.
Steve asked, “Why?”
I said, “The car is not exactly at the center.”
“Can you see both lines?”
“Yes.”
“Then, it’s ok. You don’t have to be perfect.”
“Alright.”
“I am happy to tell you that you have met the
standards of the Ministry today.”
And just like that, I got lucky the second time…again!
Waiting at the center to get my temporary G2 license, I was not ecstatic or
relieved. I felt a curious detachment from the entire experience because my
mind was already moving forward to the next things to do. Later in the night
when I was alone, I offered myself a silent note of congratulations and drifted
off to sleep with visions of the Oakville parking lot floating around.
