I was following a car through the traffic circle on the way home today. They had to clue and the whole circle shut down to give them space to figure it out. It reminded me of my first true experience with a traffic circle.
I don’t mean to make fun of Dave. This was as much me as him.
We didn’t have any traffic circles in Peace River growing up. So the only experience we had was our written test for our learner’s permit when we were 14. When 18 (and 17), Dave and I packed up and drove down together to move to university. Dave was driving his little blue truck and all our possessions were loaded in the back. (There wasn’t that much. 🙂 )
I was the navigator so it was my job to foresee problems. Generally I got us lost, but this time I directed us into a traffic circle. There was still a circle at the junction of Belgravia and 113 Street at that time.
I’m not positive that Dave gave me a worried look or comment. If he did I didn’t notice.
“We need to go 3/4 of the way around,” I said.
Moments later, I was grasping the dash for dear life and screaming, “Yield to the inside! Yield to the inside!” I’m sure my advice did not help in any way.
No accident, but there were screeching of tires, including our own and horn honks.
When we arrived at university 10 minutes later it was with a real sense of accomplishment. We had arrived alive!