Fear And Loathing In The Driver’s Seat

OK, just to be clear: I am NOT a Luddite. I happen to like a lot of what passes as technology these days. I had a picture of an “etch-a-stone” with the caption “to show the grand-kids what we played with when we were young. It was a piece of granite with a chisel and hammer in a plastic frame. I enjoy having electricity (less so on the 21st of the month when the bill is due) and eating food that is caught and cleaned for me. And (perhaps the most important element of all time ) PLEASE don’t take my spell checker away (although the grammar checker is over rated). But there are limits to my credibility and tolerance for making life “easier” unnecessarily.

My most vehement protest involves the movement to make driving a car “safer” by making it (the car, that is) more intelligent. Frankly, I think this will ultimately prove to be a bad idea, because there will be the inevitable corollary that the driver will become more stupid. I am not sure how this is possible in many (perhaps most) cases but I continue to be amazed at human ingenuity, so I’m pretty sure people will figure something out. I am convinced that global intelligence is a constant…

A perfect example is the movement by car makers to include high(er) tech gadgets to “improve the driving experience.” In Michigan, it is against the law to text on your phone or tablet while driving. So why does the car designers think installing a tablet as the primary device controller will be a good idea? In every single car I have ever owned I could control the radio, heater and air-conditioner, lights and wipers by feel (usually within a couple of hours of driving). I never had to take my eyes from the road to turn the radio to another station after turning the defrosters on. Each device has its own knob or slider switch that was in a fixed position and had a specific shape. I worked by feel. “Advanced” cars have a single interactive touch display to handle navigation, entertainment, climate control, and personal communication. All at the touch/swipe of the screen. In the dark without looking, ALL controls feel exactly the same…like the surface of the mirror over my bathroom sink. I must look at the dashboard to see which icon I need to touch to bring up another screen with additional controls. Will someone please tell me HOW (and WHY) this is a good idea?

Even more scary in the long run is the intrinsic intelligence that is being added to high-end vehicles (and will eventually trickle down to the rest of the market). The cars of tomorrow (later today, actually) have sensors that look out for and announce if there is a car in your blind spot, if you are drifting out of your lane, even apply the brakes automatically if you don’t react in time to avoid an accident with an obstruction in front of your car. (In fairness, the rear-view camera is a pretty good idea as even with the best of mirrors it can be hard to see directly behind your vehicle, and the self-parallel parking car feature in a couple of models is a feature I would engage in a heart beat…I haven’t parallel parked by car in several years unless I could pull in at either end. I would rather walk several blocks than risk a stress-induced heart attack.)

Ultimately, the end result of making the car safer and easier to drive is for drivers to become less attentive and more distracted than they already are. The last thing we need is drivers paying less attention to their surroundings and other vehicles than are out here already. As a former biker and truck driver you come to realize that you need to drive every car on the road, not just yours. You really have to exercise defensive driving when you are either driving a bomb (propane truck) or are surrounded by nature rather than several thousand pounds of metal (motorcycle and bicycle). You have to anticipate the actions of everyone else around you and prepare to take evasive actions at a moments notice. (From experience, I would rather drive behind a drunk driver than one possessing a cell phone. At least I can predict what the reaction of the drunk will be…a distracted phone user is totally random.)

Now the last and ultimate direction this will go is the vehicle that you don’t have to drive at all. Google is working on self-driving cars that will be able (?) to compete with human-directed missiles. I have serious doubts about the wisdom of this as I currently live in one of the most dangerous locales on the planet. I have seen more vehicles run red lights here in [REDACTED] than driving in vastly larger metropolitan cities like Chicago, Detroit, Los Angeles, and San Francisco/Oakland. Waiting less than 5 seconds after the light changes to green in your direction is a modern form of Russian Roulette. To place enough computational power in a car to safely transit our roads without an organic brain in control seems highly unlikely anytime soon (say, in MY lifetime…or what is left of it). And besides, Google is too late, anyway. They already make vehicles you don’t have to drive.

They are called taxi’s.

Phred

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Code Red From Blue Light

I have agreed to work with a fellow wordsmith on projects outside of the “normal” working schedule. He has taken a sabbatical and is writing a book and is working on it nights to improve his productivity. I (in a spasm of OF’s disease) agreed to join him twice a week, so after watching my bi-weekly addiction of TV I travel the ten miles to his domicile. Normally the trip would take about twenty minutes and so I should arrive before the late local news broadcast ends the sports segment.

Not tonight. Within a kilometer of arrival I am blinded by brilliant blue and red flashing lights in my rear view mirror. Pulling over (after finding a safe location to avoid traffic congestion) I turn off my vehicle and get out the essential driving paperwork (driver’s license, vehicle registration, and proof of insurance, all of which are required to drive legally in the state of Michigan), open my window, and await the arrival of the local police officer at my side. Officer Turner came up and (as is customary) shined his Mag-Light flashlight in my car and greeted me pleasantly, asking for the a fore described pieces of documentation. I presented the officer with the paperwork and he returned all (but the license) and asked if I was currently still living in [REDACTED], which was located in the opposite direction from my car’s facing. I indicated that “yes, I still live in [REDACTED].” I was then asked where I was heading this evening and my response of “to a friend’s house, Mr. [REDACTED] just a short distance up the road to study together” was met with a pleasant “uh huh”, follower by “do you know your car is quite loud? I could hear it with my windows up.”

I explained that a person from our church examined it and said there was a flange that attaches the catalytic converter to the exhaust system, and there is a gasket that is supposed to be present, but that is was currently missing from my vehicle. He nodded and said “please wait here in the car just a moment” while the officer went back to check the validity of my documents.

I think that’s what he did. He might have been checking to see if there was any warrants out for my arrest, recent criminal activity I might have been a part of, or checking the score of the late night basketball game. I could not tell anything as the lights from the patrol car were designed to make observing anything not directly in front of my car nearly impossible. Apparently my answers were satisfactory as he returned and delivered my license back with a suggestion that I get my car fixed as quickly as would be reasonably possible. We exchanged pleasantries and departed, each to our destinations.

Just over an hour has passed. I believe my heart rate and blood pressure have returned to near what they were before the incident. A confession: I am about as safe a driver as you will find. I have driven over two million miles in the last forty years, including log books for about a million while driving trucks for the propane company. I have had two moving violations over my lifetime, one for speeding (driving 35 in a 25 MPH zone) and failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign. The last of these occurred in 1974. (Technically I had a third for driving without registration and proof of insurance also in 1974, but that ticket was canceled as I was the designated driver for a car full of wasted college students from out of state coming home from a concert…it’s a long story and will – perhaps – be posted at another time.) I was the victim of three accidents while driving truck, being hit (the other driver was at fault in each case) and have hit two deer (also not my fault) one causing a flat tire and the other taking out a fog light. Never any injuries, never any claims against insurance.  I drive below the posted speed limit most of the time, and at the limits when forced. Most of the time, I even drive 60 on the expressways where the speed limit is 70, always in the slow lane. I always wear my seat belt (even in parking lots…causing much humor when I forget and try to get out of the car). I even obey the yellow lines in parking lots that setup lanes for traffic flow and don’t cut through empty parking spaces.

But getting pulled over is STILL a traumatic experience. I know I am not speeding, I had just waited for a red traffic light to change before being pulled over, no violations (except noise), having done nothing wrong. Yet I was reliving my teenage years and the trama of being confronted by the law, and reacted now as I had then, with fear and trembling. I was probably old enough to have been the office’s grandfather (dad’ at the very least) but that didn’t matter. What I was feeling was not within my control. Officer Turner was in all ways a professional. He was courteous, pleasant and respectful. At no time did I have any grounds for the emotions I was experiencing based on our interaction (apart from the event itself).

I believe based on my life experience that my encounter tonight with the police is typical of the service provided in this community. I feel that I was not treated differently than any other person pulled over for the same event would have been treated. I have been told I am wrong.

I have been told of racial profiling, of being hassled by officials because a person was [REDACTED], [REDACTED], or even [REDACTED]. That I would not receive the same treatment because I am an [REDACTED] [REDACTED] person. I have been told that I am naive to hold my beliefs of equality within the law and that I am a [REDACTED]. (Truth is, as a teenager there was a rogue officer that DID target young drivers for special attention, officer [REDACTED]. It was well known that he would write tickets for a couple MPH over the posted limit and especially at the edge of town where the speed increased from 40 to 55 in a sweeping curve. Because even then I drove the width of the needle under the limit, I never ran afoul of his attention.)

I wonder how much of the difference in response others have had in their interactions with the police is a result of a difference in attitude. At all times I treated the officer with respect and courtesy, showing honor to the position and was not confrontational in voice, manner,  or action. I was raised to respect the law and to obey the rules in society, to the benefit of all. I hope the stories I have heard from others with differing results was flukes, outliers in the statistics of large numbers of interactions.

Because if the protectors of the flock are corrupt, all hope is lost…

Phred

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