You may not believe it, but I do not know how to drive a car. I have a driver’s license of course. It was issued in the U.K.. I have to say that the U.K. driving license is an incredible document. It is a large, nearly A3-sized pink paper with no ID photo on it.
I passed my driving test after failing the first 4 attempts, about twenty years ago, and I have driven the car only twice since then. I’m afraid of other cars; I have no idea what direction to take, where to turn, how to fit in on the road. All in all, I find that there are too many things to do at the same time while driving.
When I think about my attitude to driving I feel ridiculous. Almost everyone knows how to drive a car. Once, one of my friends wanted to rent a car with me to visit one of the Parisian suburbs and take turns driving. I felt so ashamed to tell her that I did not know how to drive that I found nothing better than to say to her than:
“I think I forgot how to do it.”
“Forgot?” she laughed. “How you forget how to drive a car? You just get in and go.”
I think she did not appreciate my answer, thinking that I did not want to travel with her.
So I do wish driving were easy for me.
What does this all have to do with Red?
I saw this Red car on one of the streets in Paris some time ago. And I loved it. I wished so much that I could have one. And yet I think it is another of my dreams which will remain just a dream.