I’ll start with something most people don’t know about me: I can’t drive.
(This will seem like a total non sequitur, but hang in there, I’ll deliver the goods, trust me.)
I’ve driven rally cars at high speed down treacherous dirt tracks. I’ve competitively raced quad bikes. I’ve taken a Dodge Viper to almost half the speed of sound.
But… I don’t have a driving license. A little odd, considering I once dreamt of being the world’s greatest rally driver.
The question that everyone inevitably asks is ‘Why don’t get your license?’ I’ve even owned and insured 3 cars in the vain attempt that it would spur me on to take my test. It didn’t. I’ve taken numerous driving lessons, and even passed my theory test… but still, 8 years on, I still haven’t taken a single driving test.
Why?
Because I always meet interesting people on trains and planes. There are other reasons, like the running costs and how fat I would get if I drove everywhere. No doubt, the benefits probably outweigh the inherent problems of having to get trains, planes and taxis everywhere.
However, if I drove a car, I would never have met Donald Rumsfeld’s chief political analyst. Neither would I have been invited to join the American secret service.
It was a blisteringly hot day in July. I’d just said goodbye to my beautiful, blonde hostess in Los Angeles and climbed into a train that would take me through some beautiful vineyards to Fresno — the armpit of America — and then onto Yosemite. Just a few seconds before the train departed, a small, wiry-haired man stumbled up the stairs into the carriage and sat down opposite me. He smiled at me apologetically as I hastily took me feet off his chair — my comfortable trip to Fresno had been scuppered by a very innocuous-looking, slightly-rotund man!
After he’d caught his breath, I introduced myself.
‘Hi.’ He nods back at me. ‘How’d you do?’ (I actually say that — sue me!)
We banter a little. I explain what I’m doing so far from home, alone; he explains why he’s on a train to Fresno, alone. He seems awfully friendly, but then most middle-aged, geeky bachelors tend to make the most of human contact when they can get it — something I have to get used to, I guess…
‘So, what do you do?’ I’d noticed he had a very expensive-looking suitcase, but that was the only hint of affluence about him.
‘I work for the government.’ He grins. My mouth forms a little ‘o’ and every muscle tenses. An awfully large number of misdemeanors from my younger years quickly flash before me. Was this really going to be the end of my short but sweet tale? He must’ve noticed my alarm because he quickly elaborated: ‘I’m a political analyst.’
I relaxed and sunk back into my oversized, supportive Amtrak chair (they’re made to be comfortable for large Americans, I guess). ‘I’m just back from the Middle East, actually.’
And so we talked, and talked and talked some more. I quickly learnt that this guy had a very serious job: to visit countries that America would soon declare war on, or were thinking about declaring war on in the future. It was his job to visit Iraq and find out if the populace would welcome an American invasion and occupation. He was there, in the Balkans, before NATO bombed Yugoslavia, calculating if the risk was worth the reward.
Who did he report to? How was he actually connected to the government? He finally opened up, a little way past Bakersfield, with the grape vines of Central Valley sliding by in a blur. ‘Donald Rumsfeld. He’s my boss.’ He grinned again, and not for the first time he looked apologetic. Humble, resigned to whatever fate he’d cast upon Iraq, and the other nations he’d visited. He flew around the world, analysed the political climate and then reported back to Donald Rumsfeld; if his findings said ‘go’, they went.
If he had reported back with different findings, Rumsfeld might never have given the command to proceed with such shock and awe. Perhaps that’s why the analyst looked so bashful and minced his words. Sitting opposite was his most loyal and unswerving ally: a man from Britain, an allegiance that had been quite severely tested.
As the conversation twisted and turned — my eager inquisition digging deeper and deeper – I could tell he wanted to talk about different things. He was single, without kids, travelling to see his mother. He wanted to talk about his life, and how troubling it was to be responsible for so many millions of Americans, and the citizens of other countries that might soon feel the brunt of the world’s only super power.
I listened for the rest of the journey. Eventually, we came to a standstill in Fresno. He stood up and smiled properly for the first time since we’d met 3 hours ago. I don’t know if it was my awesome listening skills, or the fact that he was going to see his mother — I like to think I was at least partially to blame.
As I was gathering my bags, he begun to make his way down the stairs. At the foot of the stairs he suddenly stopped and turned around. He said my name and paused; until he had my attention, or steeling himself, who knows.
‘You know, Donald was always against the war in Iraq.’
Abi
Apr 14, 2009
Great story. I can tell you already that the caliber of stranger I meet on public transport (I don’t have a licence either) is vastly reduced. On my way to Bristol once I met a man who showed me his “friend” which turned out to be a Medium sized potato. Maybe I just need to take better journeys, or be you.
andhari
Apr 14, 2009
Come to Jakarta and anyone can drive without a license, well if the cops dont stop you that is. Considering so many foreign people here they might just assume you do if you look “convincing” enough
Eric
Apr 14, 2009
Out with the secret service story.
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
I’ve met some very dull people too, Abi… But in the last 5 years, always travelling alone, the odds have been in my favour to meet a few interesting people
I want to drive FAST, Andhari. That’s the only reason I want to drive, really… around twisting, tumultuous mountain roads, or along race tracks at high speed. I don’t want to drive through a busy metropolis!
I realised as I wrote this Eric that I probably shouldn’t
Rini
Apr 14, 2009
I ditched my car (and then recently sold it) when I moved to Chicago… no need for it here! I do have a Zipcar membership though, so I can “borrow” (ie rent, basically) a car when needed… Which isn’t often because I’m a block and half from a grocery store (and video game store) and there’s buses and trains within walking distance. But I do enough my trips home where my father’s Audi becomes MY car…. dual transmission is amazing… and driving that car from Chicago to North Carolina was a lot of fun.
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
Hm, car rental might be an idea! Though, the only real reason I would get a car would be to get to fun places to take photos — but I’d end up using it for other things, I am sure, and that’s what worries me.
The few occasions that I DO walk places (but I rarely walk when I’m not travelling) I am quickly reminded how this world isn’t designed for people without cars
What kind of Audi? If it doesn’t have an ‘R’ before its name… it ain’t a real Audi!
Hannah
Apr 14, 2009
that’s a pretty awesome story…but now you have to tell about the secret service offer…
Also, why were you in Fresno? or were you just passing through to get to Yosemite? (Yosemite is one of my favorite places btw. especially in winter…and the Awahni is awesome)
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
I was in Fresno to see a friend, and then onwards to Yosemite!
Unfortunately, it was the summer, so I missed all of the awesome extreme weather conditions. I hope to go back in the winter some time, or early spring, so I can catch the waterfalls in full flow.
Did I upload my self-portraits of me standing underneath Bridalveil and Yosemite falls?
Rini
Apr 14, 2009
Quatro. Still a real Audi. Just as fun.
With the car sharing though, it does add up (most are around $10/hour)… I reserved a truck to go to Ikea… typical a 30-45 minute drive… but due to some confusion with the interstates and toll roads.. well… my reservation for the evening ended up being just under $100. Yeah, they claim that gas is free with this service because they’ve got a gas card in there, but really, you’re paying for it with the reservation… I’m mainly going to use it for stores that I can’t walk to, or when taking my purchases on a bus/train would be awkward.
Tina Mammoser
Apr 14, 2009
oooh, cool. Very interesting. I travel the UK with my bike on the train and don’t meet interesting people. Then again I’m quiet and obviously an evil woman since I bring a bike on a train. (shocking)
Highly recommend Streetcar for hiring – housemate is a member and can just pick up a local car for a few hours even. (but you need a license of course) I don’t drive either, who needs to in London?
Amy
Apr 14, 2009
i almost believed you until the last line. Rumsfeld against the war. don’t make me laugh.
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
I did tell you it was an alternate viewpoint of Rumsfeld…
For a few reasons, I chopped the time line up a little. I can’t really, safely, go into it any more. But it’s safe to say that there was more than a little pressure on him to condone the war on terror/Iraq.
I’ll look into it, Tina! I really SHOULD get my license, it makes so much sense. I might do one of those ‘condensed driving courses’, which guarantee you your license in 4 or 5 days. But they cost a lot of money, and I’d be forced away from my computers for a week… and the best one is in Wales…
Hannah
Apr 14, 2009
Yosemite in the winter is beautiful. and there are less people there. it’s my favorite time to go. come this winter and I’ll go with you.
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
I almost thought you were going to offer to keep me warm…
But you’re all skinny, like.
Hannah
Apr 14, 2009
lol, I would be down to cuddle…but not sure how much good it would do. You could keep ME warm I’m sure.
PoorRobin
Apr 14, 2009
I too love using public transport because of the interesting stories that you collect. I have to say that it doesn’t sound like the Rumsfeld that I know. It must have been fascinating to talk to your traveling companion. And I must say that Yosemite is one of my favorite places on the planet.
It took me almost 8 years to finally get around to getting my UK license!
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
There is hope for me yet then…! But do you drive ‘a stick’, or automatic?!
It’s certainly not the public Rumsfeld image…
I’ve met a few interesting people on the trains in England, but certainly more on the planes/trains in the USA. Some in Eastern Europe too. Most of the British ones have been just interesting contacts that have led to work, or fun parties.
Jossie Posie
Apr 14, 2009
Further proof that you and I were meant to be friends…I don’t drive either. I currently own a car and have a lovely little insurance plan that I pay for monthly while the car stares me down in the lot…
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
Yea, I paid for my insurance on a 6 or 12 month plan… God, what a waste. It’s so expensive here in the UK too, especially if you don’t have a license, and you’re under 25. I was paying about £1000/year for my first two cars…! Just so they could sit there and look pretty. Well, as pretty as an old banger can be.
cari
Apr 14, 2009
interesting…
the girl in stiletto
Apr 14, 2009
that’s why i never have the patience to drive in dublin. i drive fast too but in dublin there are traffic lights every 50m. that just spoil the pleasure of hitting the gas hard.
and the bus drivers here are mean! wait no, they’re not. it’s just me, afraid driving 1cm away from the buses. i feel small.
sebastian
Apr 14, 2009
Hehe, yeah… big-vehicle syndrome… just like small-man syndrome. You are right to be afraid!
I don’t think I ever want to do inner-city driving. Other than at 6am in a post-apocalyptic New York or London, like in films… Now that’d be fun.
Hezabelle
Apr 14, 2009
I love driving. Mostly because the people I meet on public transit are various shades of crazy.
“You know, Donald was always against the war in Iraq.” Hahaha. That’s a great closing line.
Renee
Apr 16, 2009
Seb!! Fresno is NOT the armpit of California. Bakersfield is! Get it right!
*Pout*
sebastian
Apr 16, 2009
They’re awfully close though… They could BOTH be the armpit… or Fresno could be that bit, a little way down your chest, where the sweat from your armpit runs to?
Renee
Apr 17, 2009
Yeah, but I live in Fresno. And I like it well enough. Not the armpit. So be nice. *Does the grouchy mad face*
(And to be fair, you visited Fresno during the worst time of the year.)
Melissa
Apr 17, 2009
So where’s the secret service part? And I didn’t get my license until I was around 20, I think…. another good way to get around is to trick people into chauffering you.
sebastian
Apr 17, 2009
There’s something deeply unromantic about telling a girl ‘I’ll see if my mum can drop me off at your place.’
Or, worse, ‘Hey mum, can you pick us up from the cinema, and bring us back to the house so we can do the dirty?’
I’ll tell the secret service story if I can work out how to tell it safely…!
Kali
Apr 22, 2009
This just made me sad..