Not your father's driver ed

The day I turned 16, I was first in line at 9 a.m. at the Tompkins County Courthouse in Ithaca to get my New York state learner’s permit.  Like most teenagers, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a steering wheel legally, even though it meant suffering the humiliation of having someone 18 or over in the passenger seat if you ventured out after dark.

Like many kids in relatively rural areas, I’d already pretty much learned how to drive.  My father sometimes let me take the wheel of our 1940 Plymouth on back roads starting when I was 14, so I had the mysteries of clutches and three-on-the-tree gearshifts—anyone remember them?—down pat.  My high school didn’t offer driver ed, so it wasn’t until I took my first Skip Barber course at the age of 50 that I had any formal driving instruction whatever.

So it was with considerable envy earlier this spring that I watched two dozen teenagers, five of them girls, spend a Saturday behind the wheel with experienced instructors learning and practicing the arts of safe driving.  The students were taking a Street Survival course offered (and heavily subsidized) by Tire Rack and the BMW Car Club of America Foundation; the venue was the deserted parking lots of The Hartford insurance company in Simsbury.  The price was a bargain $60, and there was a waiting list.

Most students learn that a car can do more to get you out of trouble than you might think.  The instructors, all volunteers, were mainly seasoned members of the BMW CCA Connecticut Valley chapter who have taught previously at drivers’ schools.  Most of the kids had at least one parent with them; their cars ranged from a Mini to a soccer-mom minivan, with all stops in between.

The course itself used the same drills that you get with Barber or similar courses: braking with and without ABS; braking and turning to learn tire limits; running a slalom as fast and accurately as possible; recovering from a skid; making an emergency lane-change to avoid an obstacle.  The day had two unusual features:  a demonstration airbag explosion, which left an acrid scent in the air for an hour, and a chance to see what the road looks like from high up in the cab of an eighteen-wheeler.

This one was brought along by three guys from UPS, all with much experience in heavy equipment.  They gave up their Sunday to make a point still lost on many of us: When you’re following a truck driver, he cannot see you unless you can see the mirrors on either side of the cab. If you’re dead behind him in his blind spot, he has no idea that you’re there.

The overall aim is to teach car control and accident avoidance techniques—in a safe environment, where you can’t damage yourself or your car. Well, almost.  The one casualty I saw was a minor one—the outside-temperature sensor on Ken Mitchell’s 2002 BMW 530i, which fits near the ground under the right front fender.  In the slalom, Ken’s son Brian, 17, a high school junior from Spencer, Mass., nicked a safety cone with it.  (Brian’s own 1988 535i, a near-twin to my first BMW, had overheated earlier.  It has a mere 189,500 miles on its clock.)   

The next day, however, Ken Mitchell had no complaints: “My son so enjoyed the day, and testified that he learned far more than he expected he would. I can already see the improved confidence and competence with which he handles his 535i. I cannot say enough good things about all the volunteers and the value of this program in keeping our young drivers safe.� Brian lucked out with his instructor—he drew G. J. Dixon, an SCCA D Stock champion.

One given was that the students brought their own cars, or the cars they drive regularly; on the wetted-down skid pad, no Dodge Ram pickups with shaved and over-inflated tires like those in the Barber course. This made the experience more realistic, though Clayton Mandly, 17, a senior at Lewis Mills high school in Burlington, had trouble getting his mother’s all-wheel-drive Subaru to break loose completely so he could learn how to recover from a skid.  

Clayton’s father, Hal, a onetime racing driver and a co-founder of the BMW CCA Connecticut Valley chapter, said, “I didn’t see one kid that didn’t have a smile on his or her face at the end.â€�  For his part, Clayton concluded:  “It’s a really good program, actually.  I learned a lot and it was a lot of fun.  The skid pad and the figure eight—that was fun.  I definitely saw improvement throughout the day. Besides, I got to hear my dad say, ‘Go faster!’â€�

Dave Rich, who did a great job of organizing the complicated proceedings, said the Connecticut Valley chapter hopes to offer the course again, perhaps as early as this fall. I’m a member of the chapter, so I’ll keep you posted.

© 2007 by Keith R. Johnson.  A retired editor of Fortune, Johnson lives in Sharon.  His column appears monthly.

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