Wordful Wednesday: Why We Drive The Way We Do
I really, really don’t like to drive. Well, at least I don’t like driving around all these other Oregon Drivers. This is not to say I think drivers in other states are superior or anything. Indeed, my definition of “good driver” generally starts and ends at “the driver currently behind the wheel of my car.”
This isn’t at all uncommon. I’ve heard over and over that eighty-five percent of drivers consider themselves to be “above average” drivers. You do the math.
Mostly, I want to get where I’m going as quickly as possible, and other cars generally prevent me from doing that. Traffic Lights do a bit of interference, too.
So you can imagine my delight when I saw Traffic: Why We Drive the Way We Do (And What it Says About Us), by Tom Vanderbilt, on the Bestsellers rack at The Library. Mostly, I was hoping it would assure me that I really was just that much better than other drivers.
Instead, I learned quite a few things I otherwise wouldn’t have guessed. For instance (just to pick two):
1. Ramp Lights on Freeway Entrances. I hate them. But they make traffic on said freeway faster. By keeping traffic flow below “critical mass.”
2. Airbags and seatbelts. I’m for them. But they don’t really save lives. (That is, they haven’t been shown to impact fatality rates. Because we’ve increased our driving risks due to the perceived safety they provide. Similar to bike helmets not reducing cycling injuries even slightly.)
I knew I would have to read the book after seeing the title of the Introduction, “Why I Became a Late Merger and Why You Should.” I’ve long been a Late Merger, because it just makes sense that two lanes are better than one, so we should use both as long as possible. (BTW, he doesn’t really deliver on the promise of that title until the end of Chapter 1. And yes, the Late Merge has been shown to improve traffic flow by fifteen percent. Woot!)
The really interesting stuff, to me, was the discussion about our perceptions of our driving skills. If we get to work safely, meaning without an accident, we think we drove well. But we may have not noticed something that almost went very badly due to our driving. Not noticing it, we think we drove well.
The very fact that we call traffic collisions “accidents” is interesting, given that it’s nearly always someone’s poor driving that causes a prang (as they say in New Zealand). The fact of it not being intentional doesn’t mean it couldn’t have been reasonably avoided.
(I’ve tried over and over to explain to my son that saying something was an accident doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have done more to avoid its happening.)
Anyway, back to the attention thing. The book has a fascinating chapter (my favorite of the book) titled “Why You’re Not as Good a Driver as You Think You Are.” In it, the author details a technology called DriveCam which is outfitted in some fleets of trucks. The camera records “incidents” based on triggers like sudden braking, and maintains the context of what happened.
It often turns out that the sudden “surprising” event was easily foreseeable by a driver who was paying attention. Chillingly, there was also evidence of completely unnoticed and potentially horrifying events that could have happened. And here I’ll excerpt:
Traffic, p. 64:
But what is most unsettling in a number of clips is not the event itself as much as what else was visible in the camera, just outside the frame. In one bit of footage, a man looks down to dial a cell phone as he drives down a residential street. His eyes are off the road for much of the nine seconds of the recorded event, and his van begins to drift off the road. Startled by the vibration of the roadside, he swerves back onto the road. He grimaces in a strange mixture of shock and relief. Examining the image closely, however, one sees a child on a bicycle and the child’s friend, standing just off the road, less than a dozen feet away from the triggered event.
…Not only was the driver unaware of the real hazards he was subjecting himself and others to in the way he was driving, he was not even aware that he was unaware.
An interesting bit from the following chapter, “How Our Eyes and Minds Betray Us on the Road,” talked about cell phone usage while driving. The driver will tend to very consciously pay attention to the road, thinking he’s doing a good job. But he’s not paying the kind of attention he normally would. Instead, he’s looking at a fixed point on the road ahead, not taking in any of the peripheral views he normally would, and not varying his look-ahead distance.
But if you asked him, he’d say he was alert.
I first picked up this book from the Bestseller rack, so I couldn’t renew it. And I had a bunch of other book-starts around the same time. (I count eight of them during the three-week period I had the book.) This resulted in my starting it in March, but not finishing it until now.
Add to that the fact that the chapters I haven’t mentioned just weren’t quite as interesting, and it didn’t end up a quick read. Interesting, but not gripping.
I’d reveal what I’ll finish next, but I have four books checked out right now, and I’ve only started one of them, and at least two of the others look more interesting, and there’s a fifth waiting for me at the library…
(Friday-night edit: I started and finished Donald Miller's A Million Miles in a Thousand Years since Wednesday. Loved it. Look for the review next Wednesday.)
Oh, BTW, I’ve now passed the Sixty Book Mark for the first time since 2005. Woo! I always shoot for fifty-two (a book a week), so this is pretty major.
Too Funny Tuesday: Rest Stop Needed
Okay, I haven't done one of this in a while, but this video recommended by Mr. Derlla had me crying.
Too Funny Tuesday: Driven Mad
I'm reading (and enjoying) a book called Traffic: Why We Drive the Way We Do (and What It Says About Us), and it referenced a video I just had to share. Not that I can identify with it in any way. What happens to a man (or a dog, in this case) to make him so different in the car than in his pedestrian moments? (And again, this totally doesn't happen to me.)
(video embedded)
Foney Fridays: The Wrong of Way
Dear Sir,
I recognize that we arrived at this four-way-stop at almost the same instant. However, you are on my right, which means you get to go first. Actually, as I read the Rules of the Road, you are required to go first. I insist. Really.
And yes, I can see that you're trying to act polite by giving me the wave. But really what you're doing is trying to cover your own ignorance of the right-of-way. That kind of thing just isn't going to fly with me.
Perhaps you didn't notice that as we approached the stop, I slowed down just an extra bit to allow you to go first without putting any strain on your conscience. I also hit the brakes just a little extra hard so you could see that I'd stopped after you. And how am I rewarded? By having you give me The Wave. Really, I'm not sure what else I could have done. Frankly, I think you should have gotten this right without any help from me.
So for the moment, I'm not going anywhere. And I'm not going to give you The Wave. You're a big boy, and you can figure it out yourself. It's the only way you'll learn.
Sincerely,
O. Handwasher
P.S. I don't think I'm a better driver than you. It's just an indisputable fact.
Foney Fridays: It Happens to All of Us
As heard on late-night talk radio:
Men, maybe you're like me. For years I tried to downplay my problem. Sure, every now and again I'd have trouble remembering which way I'd been going in the mall before turning in to a store. And maybe I'd occasionally have trouble finding my car in the parking lot, or forget which entrance I came in. Actually, I didn't really spend that much time at the mall, but you understand I'm just giving examples, right? How about this? I'd get off the freeway at a rest stop, then accidentally go back the way I came. Roadtrip, right? That's manlier than shopping at the mall, isn't it?
Anyway, it started happening more and more, and I got worried. So I talked to my doctor, and he diagnosed me with Directile Dysfunction. I have to tell you, it was hard hearing those words, but strangely liberating, because I knew I wasn't the only one. When I asked him what could be done, my doctor prescribed Ciatlas (see-at-lass). I've got to tell you, my life has changed. Now I know I can be ready when I'm in the driver's seat, and have confidence that I'll get where I want to go. There's even a Daily Dose pill I can take to battle my D.D. How awesome is that? D.D. to help with my D.D.
Guys, admitting your problem is just the first step. Don't feel like you're less of a man because you need a prescription for Ciatlas (TM). Just think of me! I still like a good guy movie as much as the next guy. Okay, so I have a slight man crush on Jason Statham. And Robert DeNiro. And Gene Hackman. But that's all!! Okay, Mike Rowe, too. But they're Man Crushes, and that's manly, right? I even watch football when I absolutely have to.
Get the pill. Take the pill. And you, too, can be ready to go the right way when the moment is right. Unless the way is left...but I think you get my meaning.
- O.Handwasher (a real person's pen name)
Ciatlas(TM) should not be taken by men who are pregnant, may become pregnant, or are nursing is safe and has few side effects. The most common side effects include dry mouth, constipation, decreased desire for human contact, and difficulty sleeping. In the end, really not that dissimilar from the effects of the Atkin's Diet. Talk to your doctor and ask whether you're healthy enough to be driving at all. Men in Oregon should not drive until they learn to do so properly.
MMM: Bible Reading, Nose-Hair Alerts, Ice Driving, 2008 Reading List
In 2009, along with my Bible read-through (NLT), I'm going to be reading Halley's Bible Handbook. The meat of the handbook is dictionary/encyclopedia style information on the entire Bible, from Genesis through Revelation. However, there's also fifty pages or so before you even get to Genesis, and another hundred after Revelation. So if I'm going to read this in parallel with my Bible reading, when might I get a chance to read the extra stuff?
If you guessed "in 2008," you're correct. Some of the info is strictly, well, informative, about the background of the Handbook. It started as a 24-page-leaflet and has blossomed to 850 pages of tiny print. But there's actually some worthwhile stuff about Church History and such that makes a good read, even for someone already pretty informed about that history. Also interesting is Halley's philosophy for Bible Reading. He figures that, as the New Testament is More Important than the Old, one should read through the NT twice for every time through the Old. Of course, I love a challenge. So this year, I'm going to at least start with the idea of reading the NT twice. I may revise and go for just reading the Gospels twice but not doubling the rest. And all because Mr. Halley suggested it. Call me suggestible.
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We've had a good range of weather up here in the Great White North. It snowed virtually every day the first week, but now we're getting a reminder of what a joy Nose-Hair Alerts are. For those not in the know, you can basically tell if the temperature is below zero by breathing in deeply through your nose. If your nose-hairs freeze, that's a positive test.
So yeah, it's cold here. Currently (8:30am), the temp is reading -9.8. Yeah. I don't think I'm going for a Cold Run today.
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Ice Driving in Anchorage is just a completely different ballgame than in Hillsboro. For one, I have more confidence in the other drivers than I do in Oregon. For another, I know I've got snow tires on (but not studded!). I mean, how often do I drive 65 on ice in Oregon? And not worry that I may die at any moment?
It's strange, but it's really no big deal here. We drove up to Palmer on Saturday, and the biggest problem we encountered was some nasty wind (which was no picnic as it made the road disappear due to blown snow). Hopefully I can keep my ice-driving-confidence when we head back South.
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Prepare yourself. I'm going to do a rare Wednesday post this week. It's my 2008 Reading List!!!!! I've been keeping a list of the books I've read this year, giving each a short review (and linking to longer ones where applicable). I'm not in striking distance of finishing anything else this year, so I'll let you in on the Total For the Year right now: 57. It's a good total, and higher than last year (although still ten off from my 2005 total). I'll still probably shoot for 52 next year (one per week), although I'll be surprised if I'm not at least slightly tempted to go for 58...
MMM: Physics of the Impossible, Alaska
Mini Book Review!!! Perhaps my last of the year. (Don't count on it since I'm bringing three books on the plane, and five altogether on vacation. Update: another finished, but I'll do a full review for Theology Thursday.) This time, it's Physics of the Impossible: A Scientific Exploration into the World of Phasers, Force Fields, Teleportation, and Time Travel, by Michio Kaku. I love science books, and particularly ones of the short variety. This one wasn't precisely short (meaning 200 pages or so) at 300+ pages, but the topics were of reasonable length, and interesting enough to keep the pages turning. He basically walks through many of the beloved pet sciency stuff you find in Science Fiction and groups them into categories of Impossible. And what are those categories?
- Class I - Doesn't defy the current understanding of physics. Maybe it could happen in the next 100 years or so.
- Class II - Sits at the edge of known physics. Might be a thousand years off.
- Class III - Defies the known laws of physics. No way to predict when they could be realized.
Kaku does a pretty good job at keeping the lofty scientific jargon to a minimum and keeping the discussions accessible. For most of the topics, he discusses a range of possible approaches to the technology in question, then opines about the most likely or promising approach.
The frustrating thing was the way he handled pop-culture references. He was consistently sub-par in relating examples from movies and books. Now it may be that I'm just a movie-quote snob, but if I'm writing a book, I'm going to be reeeally sure all my pop-culture references hold up. For instance, even somebody who saw Star Trek IV one time would know that the Enterprise crew traveled back to the 1980s, not the 1960s. Yes, it was San Francisco, but it's not twenty years warped from the rest of the U.S.
When discussing the "many worlds" idea, he used Back to the Future as an example, and related that Doc Brown showed Marty on a blackboard how the universe split into two timelines. Bzzzt. That was Part 2. Bad form! I'd attribute these foul-ups to geekish ineptitude, but these aren't just generic pop-culture references. They're Sci-Fi movie references!!!!
All in all, though, I very much enjoyed this book.
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Well, we made it to Alaska with actually a minimum of trouble. The drive to Seattle went smoothly, with the exception of one unfortunate wrong turn coming out of Tacoma after dinner (this is not a phenomenon altogether rare when I'm driving). We didn't have to chain up, and the worst roads we saw were surface streets in Tacoma. It was nice to have the hotel waiting for us, even if our "non-smoking" room smelled like it had been inhabited by smokers until ten minutes before we arrived.
When we checked in at the airport, the weather report looked ominous, so we tried to go Standby on an earlier flight. The check-in lady also broke protocol and told us, when asked, that my sister (flying in from Japan) had already been put on Standby for the 12pm flight (she was booked on a 10:30pm one). We got put on the list for the 2pm flight (an hour earlier than our scheduled one). We didn't make it, so we went to the gate for our scheduled flight. Then we went back after being informed that our flight had been gate-changed to the one where we'd been waiting for Standby.
Our flight was delayed by a repair, which is always comforting, and then we had to wait on the tarmac and watch the weather get steadily worse. The de-icing crew came and sprayed us down, and we took off. It wasn't a bad flight, although it wasn't the smoothest I've ever been on either.
So, we're in the Great White North now, and it's cold and snowy, as expected. But we also wish we could be enjoying the snow at our house. And we equally hope that the snow isn't a factor on our return trip.
MMM: Half-Read Books, Snow Fun
I don't feel good about half-read books. I should probably write a book titled Hairy Bookworm and the Half-Read Book. (Horror, obviously, and semi-autobiographical. I'd be the book...)
I have, in my book-tracking database, quite a list of half-read books. Many of them I've returned to the library and just never had the gumption to check them out again. Several of them lie dormant in my nightstand drawer. But I never set out to half-read a book.
Here's the trouble: If I'm going to write a book which requires research, I may have to half-read some books. Maybe even quarter-read a few. Maybe even some really small fraction-read some. I don't like this. I suppose it stems from the enormous pride I take in my reading. I'll cop to being probably unduly proud of it. Would I really track it if it weren't no thing? It's possible that I'm just geeky enough that I might.
I'm currently half-reading a book, mostly due to the fact that it's volume one of a five-volume-set, and the book I think I actually need to consume is volume two. But if it's anything like as boring as volume one, I may have to find another resource.
But I'm not getting right to it, as I've picked up another half-read-and-returned-to-the-library books, Physics of the Impossible, which is actually interesting.
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Since our evening church festivities were canceled (which included the choir's Christmas concert, for which I've endured ridicule at work on account of bringing my choir music into the lab), we had some snow fun. So how about some snow musings?
- My 36-year-old right shoulder is letting me know today that I threw too many snowballs yesterday.
- Sunday morning it smelled like snow. Somebody at church asked me what it smelled like. "Snow" was my reply.
- I knew this years ago but recalled it during a small snowball fight with Ethan and his friend: A snowball accurately thrown into the top of a tree brings down a very satisfying cascade of snow on unsuspecting boys.
- It feels good to be really cold and really hot at the same time. It means you're having snow fun.
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I may head in to work today, and it has nothing to do with the mostly-empty-but-icy parking lot I'm likely to encounter there. I would just not go to work simply for the ebrake workout I've been jonesing for...
Foney Fridays: Light on the Accelerator
Light Cretins Talk Back
HILLSBORO, OR - The cretins who program the traffic lights in your area would like you to know that yes, indeed, they're out to get you personally. In fact, it's their mission in life to punish you for being just such a good driver. To that end, they plan to program the lights so that you, who get off the line quickly, accelerate to the speed limit (and a bit more, let us not be coy), and cruise in such a way as to unclutter the traffic, will be punished by having to stop at every light.
They'd also like to let you know that there was no particular need for having so many traffic signals in your area. The main justification for installing all those unnecessary lights was just to inhibit your fantastic driving. They just thought you'd like to know.
Source: O.Handwasher, who they're also out to get.
Too Funny Tuesdays: Combustion is Futile
Once again it's Jedi Master Derlla who gets the nod as a Too Funny contributor. Somewhere between human and pure energy, the missing link is...The Cyclists!