One of my favorite vacation memories involved a near-death experience. My nephew Brian was driving us on the two-lane Queen’s (not exactly a) Highway that circumnavigates the Fijian island of Viti Levu. Our Toyota Kjang (Isn’t that a great name?) approached a lumbering truck in our lane. Brian put on his left turn signal, crossed the double lines into the oncoming traffic lane and forged ahead.
His passengers – parents and two aunts and uncles -- screamed in fear as a car approached us head on. Brian smoothly pulled back into his legal lane ahead of the truck. As we challenged him with drivers’ education facts he calmly replied, “The rules are different in Fiji: the double lines are just a suggestion.”
The double lines are just a suggestion.
That line has stayed with me like a mantra since that day I’m jealous that Brian has pretty much followed that philosophy in his life, and quite happily so, God bless him.
And while I don’t subscribe to Brian’s view on crowded highways, he makes a good point about risk. It’s one of the things I’ve enjoyed about getting older. Those double lines really start to blur. You question how you spend your time and who you spend it with. It sounds like selfishness but it's different, more honest, You'll know what I mean when you get there.
How did Brian come to know this at such a young age? Maybe living in Fiji for a few years after college really did form his world view. Spending just a little over a week there certainly made an impact on me.
What double lines have you been happy to cross? Do you feel a little guilty about it or are you unabashed in your rebel ways? What gave you the courage to pass the lumbering trucks in your life?