Foreign Driving permits need a Medical Certificate in Spain

For some considerable time there has been a sort of problem at large in Spain concerning driving permits issued by other countries within the E.U. Actually, there are several problems, but the one I want to focus on at present is that of the British license and its acceptance in Spain.

A British driving permit, or license is issued to expire at age 70, and in the interim the holder need do nothing at all to maintain it. To compound the problem, here in Spain it was made lawful several years ago that all driving permits issued by member E.U. states are legal and acceptable, and it is not required of those E.U. citizens who move to Spain to change their originals for Spanish issued permits.

However, the officers who police traffic seem to see things differently, and they are inclined to persuade and passionately encourage people to regularize their situation by making an exchange. The difficulty with this is that the clerks at Trafico know that it is not necessary and will have to be persuaded to effect the change.

The patrol officers do have a valid point. Firstly, they want to be able to find you on their computer to determine whether your permit is genuine, as there are some very convincing forgeries in circulation. Secondly, if the officer finds you in a state of emergency in that you are lying in a heap and cannot speak for yourself, he may need to contact your next of kin urgently. The address on your license will almost certainly be incorrect, and without the ability to access the Spanish police computer to obtain your most current information, which is your responsibility to maintain, the situation might go badly against you.

The major problem that is encountered by holders of British driving permits is that there is no information provided by the government to alert such drivers that in order for their license to be considered valid here, it must be accompanied by a medical certificate that is current, and that certifies the medical competency of the individual to drive.

Only the more knowledgeable policeman will know to ask for such proof, but the crunch comes when and if such a person is involved in an accident that is attributed to them. The insurance company, when processing the claim usually starts off its checklist with the question:” Was the driver presumed to be at fault, in possession of a current and valid driver’s license for Spain?” To arrive at an answer the license will be put to a number of tests for among other things; forgery; validity within the expiry date, and, if issued by a foreign authority that is within the authorised group, does a current medical certificate accompany it?

It now seems as though Spanish law covers this situation in that it requires that the holders of foreign issued licenses are subject to all the same obligations as Spanish license holders, and that means medicals every five years or more often, depending on age and physical condition. Failure to hold a medical certificate renders the license in Spain to be expired.

To correct this situation one need go along to a Centro Medico specializing in driving or gun permits and take the test that involves eyes, reflexes, including a strange video-type game, and tests for blood pressure. The examiner will inform you of the validity period of the certificate.

Finally, if you have taken up residency within Spain the DVLA in the U.K. expect you to change your U.K. issued license for a Spanish permit after one year, as is the case where the situation is reversed. After that period the DVLA will not honour your request for a duplicate.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

ZEITGEIST!

I was just thinking that I have never written a column with a title starting with the letter “Z”. When I took the Dale Carnegie course on public speaking, as an exercise we would be called to the front of the room and given a topic upon which we were challenged to speak for two minutes. The idea was to sound intelligent, and not to pause for words with the usual um-mum. Of course we did, but there was always the official counter who announced to all and sundry the number of times you dropped that ball. Oh! How I hated that man!

So this is that type of exercise where I have chosen the title, and now I have to find something to say about it. Firstly, I’m sure it would help if I explained what the word means. It is of German origin, of course, and according to the Wikipedia on-line encyclopaedia, it is an expression that means “the spirit (Geist) of the time (Zeit).” This word is well travelled for it seems to have been adopted by the English, Spanish, Dutch, and Japanese languages.

I have been thinking about what appears to be the spirit of our times here in Spain, relative to driving following the application of the points system which was designed to bring about better behaviour on the roads. It was clear from the start that the awful statistics were not due to unavoidable circumstances. We saw it with our own eyes, the deliberately bad attitude that created the climate that led to so much death and destruction. It has not all gone away, that’s for sure. The worst times are during holiday travel when it seems that the lunatics are released to go wild on the road.

Normally, I absolutely avoid driving during those periods when there is an exodus from Valencia of people going on holiday, or returning to the city. If I have to be on the road, ideally I need to be going in the opposite direction along the motorway. What possesses a man to load up his car with his family, and then to drive recklessly? I suppose it could be that with the children on board for a long journey they become impatient, start to bicker and fight, and that becomes a distraction and an incentive to get the journey over with in a hurry. Also, it could be that some people think they need to calm their nerves by downing a couple of drinks.

If not a family problem, then perhaps simply being in a relaxed party mood leads to a loss of commonsense. To resist the temptation to have one for the road requires a measure of discipline not normally present in a young man or woman. It has taken me all these years to say no to even a drop of alcohol if I have to drive. It was hard at first. When refusing a drink from my host I got a look along the lines of, “oh, you’re Mr. Goody two shoes eh?” or “so, you think you’re better than us?” But lately, I am hearing more people order beer without alcohol, and more bartenders being encouraging about it.

Our Zeitgeist may even be able to be named. Fear of losing our points and license. Now, this is truly an amazing thing, but the numbers appear to bear out the facts before and after the introduction of the points system. Deaths on the road are down. Speeding convictions are down. Ticketable offences in general are down. The mere fact that over 3,000 people were losing their lives annually on Spain’s roads didn’t seem to make a dent in our consciousness. I suppose it was the usual case of it won’t happen to me. But the loss of points could indeed happen to each and everyone of us, especially when there are policemen actually on the lookout to get us.

Irrational behaviour, except by a diminishing hardcore group, is actually becoming noticeable. When I first arrived here over eight years ago I immediately noticed the extraordinarily bad antics, but it soon became clear to me that the average Spaniard simply shrugged his shoulders in acceptance of the fact that is the way it is.

No longer. Reckless and dangerous behaviour is met with very loud and passionate denouncement. I saw this just recently in Valence at the pedestrian crossing in front of the bullring. A car was driven through a red light narrowly avoiding taking down people who were crossing at the time. Idióta! Imbécile! Tonto! So went the cries. That didn’t happen just a few short years ago.

The French have passed this way and have gone on to amazing change in their discipline on the roads. They are our neighbours. If they can do it, I can see no reason why those of us here in Spain cannot. I know that the saying goes, “When in Spain, do as the Spanish do!” In many ways, I think that our hosts have got it right. Their attitude to family, and the fact that they take the time to savour the good things that life has to offer is truly commendable. My own quality of life has been so enriched by learning from these wonderful people. But bad driving habits are not to be commended to anyone. So, no, I will not start the day out by having a brandy first thing in the morning, nor will I take a litre of beer with my elevenses or a bottle of wine with lunch when I have to drive, even if its for a short distance.

The spirit of the times seems to be “We can do better.” I have said this before, that the will of the people can move mountains and accomplish miracles. I am very happy to be a part of the Spirit of these Times. This Zeitgeist thing is pretty neat. Long may it live! Yes! We can do Better!

Motorcyclists! Wear the lime-green reflective “Gerry Jacket” both day and night. Be Seen to be Safe!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

The Gem on the Second Hand Car Lot

If you are contemplating the purchase of a new car, apart from trying to decide which model and colour, and which of the bells and whistles you absolutely must have, the process is relatively simple compared to buying second hand.

Why buy brand new?

You will be the only driver of the vehicle, and therefore you will impose only your driving style on the machine, and you will know its history. You will control its maintenance, and you also get to experience that new-car smell. Of course, that smell is entirely contrived. One day I’m sure the manufacturers will make available the aerosol to the general public. But driving away from the showroom in your brand new, sparkling clean, shiny motor is a very special feeling.

Why buy second-hand?

The general reason is that the cost to get on four wheels is lower than buying new. Two or more people have pooled resources to acquire the car on a time-sharing basis. This is particularly important when considering a high-end make, such as Mercedes, Audi, Volvo, BMW, etc.

You may decide that given the many things that can go wrong with owning a car, you may not wish to put a lot of money into something that could be stolen, written off due to accident, flood, fire, or other unforeseen events. You will carry insurance to respond to such sudden and unexpected situations, but after the settlement you will still have something to contribute to the cost of replacement. If the budget is stretched because you are buying a house and car, a good second-hand car may be just the ticket.

Generally speaking, brand new cars can be classified into low cost, low quality; mid-range cost, mid level quality; and high end cost with top quality. The low cost group are priced to make them accessible as entry-level cars. However, the quality is simply not there and consequently these have a programmed useful life of, say, up to ten years.

Such vehicles obviously continue to run beyond that date but the cost of maintenance can be expected to start to skyrocket. The costs were not there at the start but become apparent at the end.

Mid-level cars are programmed to have a useful life of approximately between ten and fifteen years by which time they are likely to spend quite a bit more time in the garage, with the attendant costs.

High-end cars that are built to last forever continue on well beyond twenty years. We see them still going strong with more than 700,000 kilometres on the clock. Obviously, among others there are the Range Rovers, Mercedes, Volvo, BMW, Volkswagon, especially the Beetle, which bucked the trend by being a low cost car when new, built simply to last.

Brand new models come with so many electrical, computerised widgets, gidgets and gadgets, they are almost assured to become headaches long before older models. Computers are brilliant when new, but if your car is simply a computer on wheels it will need a lot of monitoring, and they give new meaning to “my car crashed.”

Dealing with the Second-Hand Car Salesman:

Firstly, buying a car should be a process that is spread over time to make rational decisions, get recommendations and to think through what you are about. In other words, you need patience.

When approaching a used car lot, if prices are not clearly displayed on all the cars, perhaps you should go no further. More than likely this salesman will make up his prices as he goes along, according to how much of a sucker he thinks you are. (If you’re a foreigner in Spain, he’s likely to think you are a big sucker.)

This is not the type of mindset that promises transparency, honesty, integrity, and care of the client. The saying, “Let the buyer beware” is never more applicable than when buying a second-hand vehicle.

If at all possible, get a reference about the dealer you are thinking of doing business with from someone who has actually bought from him. There is no substitute for this. The industry seems to attract more than its fair share of Rogue Traders who are in for a quick buck

For those readers in the Valencia, Spain area, specifically the town of Betera, I have no hesitation in recommending you pay a visit to Autos Betera, located at Avenida Del Ejercito, 51, which is on the main Betera-Naquera road. Once there, ask for Armando. In my opinion the Gem on their lot is Armando. I found him to be so helpful, so open and possessed of such integrity that I bought two cars from him, and I would not hesitate to buy a third. I should also say that three partners run the company, all of whom have very good reputations.

The point I’m trying to make is that the most valuable commodity that the dealer has for offer should be his integrity. The real Gem on the Lot that you might hope to find is the dealer himself who you can trust.

Naturally, those who give their personal recommendation based upon their own experience do so as a public service, and cannot accept liability for other people’s transaction. Such is the case for this column and myself.

Finally, before paying down any money at all you need to ask the dealer what happens if there is something that would stop the transfer of the title from happening, such as money owed on the car, or unpaid fines. The dealer should have done a check to ensure that there are no impediments, but in most cases this will not have been done. In those cases he simply will not know what the position is.

You need to be able to get all of your money back if you encounter this type of problem, including charges paid up to the time of discovery. Depending on what his response is to that question you will then be able to decide to proceed to do a deal or not.

Good Luck, and Happy Driving!

Copyright © 2007 Eugene Carmichael

In Pursuit of Fun

The weekend of November the Second to the Fourth, 2007 was the Grand Prix of motorcycle racing at the track at Cheste, in Valencia. It is supposed to be a long weekend when people of like-minded interests come together to have fun, and to make new friends.

The event saw approximately thirty thousand young people with their bikes, and friends and families congregate in and around Cheste in an atmosphere of great excitement. It really has to be seen to be believed. Both young men and women, dressed in their finest leathers, proudly showing off their customized “hogs”. Bikers are the same the world over. I am convinced of that. I count myself among the fraternity, and now, so does my son.

I am certain that all attending the event just can’t wait for the date to arrive. As for the small town of Cheste, it’s like a good bomb went off. The bars and restaurants did a booming business, the gas station didn’t know what hit it, and the shelves at Consum and Mercadona were laid bare. Oh sure, the kids made entirely too much noise, and they generated too much trash, and none of the residents got any sleep for the entire week-end, unless they visited relatives and friends elsewhere. The point is, it’s all about having a great time.

Then came the crashes off the track. Perhaps too much exuberance, most likely too much speed, and not enough care is all that it takes, and a young life is lost to the world forever, with all its promise. All too soon!

Today, families are struggling to cope with their losses. Two young men and a young woman died, while another young woman was seriously injured, her life hanging in the balance. I don’t even know the people directly involved, but that does not shield me from feeling their pain.

I was particularly mindful of the bikers during the event. I normally use special precaution about bikes, being one myself when I’m not driving my car. They were everywhere, sort of like flies buzzing about. However, it occurred to me that on the weekend not one of them passed me on the right.

Being young is so precious. It’s a time when you get to experience things with fresh eyes. You have the energy to make things happen, and to change the world. The young people at Race Weekend were only trying to enjoy themselves. Surely we wouldn’t want to deny them that. Having fun does not normally come with a death sentence.

I urge cyclists, whether riding pedal or motor, to wear the reflective lime-green vest, both by day and night. That will make it easier for us drivers to see you. I call this “Be Seen to be Safe!”

To my fellow drivers, please take extra precautions to keep cyclists safe. They are someone’s child trying to grow up. If we all look out for each other’s children we play our part to make that happen.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Motoring Pleasure: An Oxymoron?

The car manufacturers all say that in order to enjoy motoring pleasure you need to buy their make and model of car. Oh Really?

I’m only going to take a page out of one day’s driving to see whether there was even one moment that was sheer joy: I live in the mountains outside Valencia in what I like to call an orange tree forest, with commanding views over our little pueblo of Pedralba. When I exit the gates of our home I must first take great care that I’m not rammed by a neighbour flying past as he is in reverse travelling at about 30 kilometres per hour. How he does that along a narrow lane, and without incident, is something to behold.

Then I join the 2 kilometre long tarmac estate road that winds its way through the fields. There are four main junctions that could do with more stop signs, but in reality, there would be very little point as those that are there now are ignored. One day there will be a fatal smash on that road. I just hope that a member of my family will not be involved.

We are in serious Spanish country where the most common vehicle is the tractor. At morning coffee and at lunchtime at the Bar Sardi, the local restaurant parking lot is mainly filled with tractors, and the rest are trucks. For country roads I must admit that our road system, although narrow is well maintained. However, in spite of the fact that there are some nice straight stretches I can never give in to the temptation to put my foot down because I must always expect that around the next corner there will be a slow moving tractor going in the same direction as myself.

Then there are the mega-trucks that go through our little town with streets barely wide enough for two cars to pass. The situation long ago passed critical and calls for a by-pass road grow louder by the day. The plaster quite literally falls from the walls of the homes along the streets, so some relief has to be found soon. I must thread myself ever so carefully through the exit road that will take me to the town of Lliria, the major seat of the government in the region. The road is hilly and winding and the maximum legal speed is 90, but I think that I’m the only person who knows that. Everyone else thinks is about 120 or 130.

Periodically I must go into Lliria on some sort of business. Pedralba was bad, but Lliria on a good day is a nightmare. It seems to me that for the past five years there has been on-going road works on the main route through the town. The problems that are caused by this, plus there seems to be 300% more traffic than parking spaces means that you have to be a glutton for punishment to voluntarily go to that town. Of course, on market day a bad situation is taken to the extreme.

But today I don’t have to suffer through all that. I go on to the CV-35, otherwise known as the Pista de Ademuz for the drive that will take me into downtown Valencia. There is just one little problem: there are major road works for the next fifteen kilometres as an additional lane is added to both sides, making three lanes in each direction. Barriers squeeze the traffic together so that one can hardly breathe. Absolute concentration is necessary, there being no room for error. I made the mistake of overtaking a huge truck and realized while in the middle of that manoeuvre I had made a wrong move. I had to continue, but every centimetre counted. At one point I also realized that I was no longer breathing. I don’t think I will do that again in a hurry.

Since there is a lot of such road works going on at the moment we must be mindful to be on the lookout for the unexpected, such as a breakdown. There is no breakdown lane, so traffic might suddenly come to an abrupt halt, so concentration along these stretches must be absolute.

Finally I emerged from that long stretch of road works into a normal stress level section that lasts for about four kilometres when the next section of road works begins. This is a relatively short section, being part of the new Valencia ring road, but it is at a crucial point as this is where three lanes of traffic fan out into eight lanes, and then into 10 or 12 lanes as we enter the roundabout from hell. Here it is meant that you should get in the proper lane for your intended destination, but almost no-one does. Then, instead of traffic following the invisible lanes as they curve around the roundabout, most people try to short cut across with someone getting squeezed in the middle.

There will be much blasting of horns and screaming of obscenities. My favourites are calling someone an idiot or an imbecile, but in Spanish. With these words you can really wind them up for emphasis: Idiota! Imbécile! Be sure to pronounce every letter, slowly, and with relish. Be sure to place the emphasis on the first letter “e” in imbecile. Nice!

There will almost surely be someone stationed in the lane closest to the inner circle, who wants to go off on the next exit. He will not think it wrong to cut across everyone else, just as long as he does it really fast. That’s when you get the feel of having your heart in your throat.

I have decided that under no circumstances am I going to drive downtown Valencia today. I am going to do what I do most of the time, and that is I am going to park the car at the main junction of Empalme metro station and take either the bus, or the tram, or the metro. There is no use in my driving beyond this point as I will not be able to find a parking space in the street, and I probably won’t find one underground either. In the underground parking you see evidence everywhere of paintwork left behind. Out on the street, if you do find a space you will come back only to find that you are now locked in by a second, or even a third line that has formed.

Motoring pleasure? I didn’t find any today: Maybe tomorrow.


Motorcyclists! Wear a lime-green “Gerry Jacket” reflective vest, by day and by night. “Be Seen to be Safe!”

Copyright © 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Rating the Service Providers

If you have a car you will call in periodically to the garage of your choice to attend to the many things that go wrong. Just as surely, you will develop an opinion about your service provider. I haven’t the foggiest idea of what the statistics say about how many of us are completely satisfied with the care given our rides, but I am willing to bet that it’s likely a single digit figure.

The stories one hears are the stuff that legends are made out of. Firstly, if you are British living in Spain you are one half of the problem. Trying to explain your car's problem to a British mechanic is difficult enough, especially when the sodden car will not replicate the fault at the garage. Here you are, standing in front of Jose Manuel who says, “Dime!”, so you try your best. If Jose Manuel understands anything at all you are making progress. There is hope. Perhaps he will take the car, drive it and discover for himself the problem.

Between my wife and myself, we have had, or have, an Italian Fiat, a Swedish Volvo, a Canadian Chrysler, and a German Audi. In the normal course of things it is usually possible to have something simple dealt with efficiently although, not necessarily quickly. Our first car was the second-hand Fiat. We bought all our cars second-hand because of the awfully high rate of car thefts. Not wanting to spend a lot of money on something we stand an unacceptably high risk of losing we opted to go this route. The downside is that when we buy second-hand, whether we know it or not we are partly buying the car for the same reason the seller is selling it. That may not be good news at all.

After owning the Fiat for about two years, during which it gave good service, it developed a hiccough. We took the car to every Fiat garage we saw, including the authorised representative in Valencia. No one could work out what was wrong with it. Finally, we gave up and bought the Audi. Meanwhile, we simply parked the Fiat, starting the engine occasionally. After about two months, just before its ITV ran out I decided to drive it to the breakers yard. The car ran perfectly. All it needed was a rest. We still have it.

There apparently was no consultation with the manufacturers. We were just given a shrug of the shoulders and told there was nothing more that the mechanics could do.

The Chrysler Voyager was a lovely car, although with seven mini computers on board it developed a fault with the motherboard that controlled all the others that gave us a headache for a while as the engine would mysteriously just cease running. It didn’t care where you were at the time. Through consultation between the local garage and ultimately, the manufacturers in Canada the problem was identified and fixed. Then the car was stolen and set on fire.

Chrysler service reps get full marks for at least kicking the problem up the line to find a solution.

After the Chrysler we bought the Volvo. Personally, I consider the Volvo the ultimate motoring machine. It has a certain mystique and cache about it. Of course, it has had to battle an image problem of being built like a tank, and being the car of choice of bankers, accountants and insurance professionals. In my former working life I was an insurance accountant/manager, so I was pre-destined to come to Volvo in the end.

I had owned the Volvo for only one month when the engine suddenly and mysteriously shut down. My wife said it had to be me. Since that time it has repeated the same thing, but never for the benefit of the Volvo mechanics. The garage finally gave me a shrug of the shoulders and sent me away, but they don’t know me very well. I am made of sterner stuff than that. I contacted Volvo, Sweden who were suitably appalled, and they put the Volvo top concessionaire in Madrid on the case.

Take the car back and our top technicians will confer with the garage in Valencia, they promised. It seems that most car brand names have an established protocol for dealing with hard-to-diagnose problems. The authorised representative should simply tap into that line of communication and help will be given. I think perhaps it doesn’t happen when it should due to the machismo thing. The local garage does not want to admit that they are incapable of repairing absolutely every problem presented to them. So, the customer is sent away supposedly to throw away his car and buy a new one.

Volvo Sweden say that Volvo is for Life, and that they are determined to be and to stay globally, number one for customer care. Well sure, does anyone deliberately want to be number two? Perhaps they have to work a little harder to get all of their authorised service centres on board.

If you are dealing with your car’s authorised dealer and the standard of service falls short, it need not end there. So far the Audi is performing like a trooper!

Please do not overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Recognizing the Road you're On

Dialling 112.

“Hello! I need to report a serious accident with at least three persons injured. The location is the AP-7, in the direction towards Valencia, between kilometre markers 616 and 615. There are three cars involved directly in this incident, and in my opinion all three cars will need to be towed away.”

With that basic and precise information this caller might have cut a full half-hour from the response time as the following will have occurred: While giving the information the operator will have typed the location into the computer. That will immediately alert the
team responsible in this case for dealing with north-bound traffic. The team will be scrambling while the operator is still talking with you.

An alternative scene could be one where the driver has no idea what road he is on, and has to walk back or forward to the nearest marker to ascertain those particulars. How long might that take? It’s difficult and time consuming trying to get the operator to figure out where you are by your description. Depending on where you are the operator might well be in Madrid. If you are within the Valencian Community the call centre is located in the very upmarket town of L´Eliana, twenty minutes outside downtown Valencia city.

If you were making your report in Spanish you might even get to speak to my friend Javi, but the centre also takes calls in English, French, and German. A 112 call made in Torrevieja will be answered by the call centre in L´Eliana, approximately 300 kilometers away.

Although this tale deals with driving in Spain, the same principle holds true regardless of what country you're in. If you really want emergency services to come to help, tell them precisely where you are.

Some reasons to know exactly where we are at any given time:
(a) In the event we have to call in the details of our own accident in which we have suffered injuries that would make walking to find the nearest marker difficult or impossible.
(b) In case of simple malfunction of the car. Especially in the case of women, the use of a mobile phone becomes very handy. Of course we need a battery with enough power remaining and sufficient credit to make the calls necessary. It is best if we do not need to leave the car except to put in place the warning triangles. At least one, placed 50 meters behind the car on a one-way road. On a two-way road, place one in front as well. (Don´t forget them when the grua arrives.)
(c) In the event of rainy weather the need and length of time to be out of the car should be limited.

How do we know the road identification? There will be road markers placed at one kilometre distances that give the road number, including the all-important alphabetical ID. When giving out this information be sure to include the letters and be certain that they are correct as Spain has a bewildering array of road systems. Some are designated Autonomous Network; others national roads, i.e. N-340 and N-332, roads that have gained a certain notoriety; and then there are the international roads, such as the A-7, also known on the European grid system as the E-15. That road enters Spain from France north of Girona, and carries on down to southern Spain. Along the toll stretches it is known as the AP-7, and when acting as a by-pass road around Valencia and Alicante, it becomes simply the A-7.

I refresh my memory as to the road information I need by noting each marker. It is now second nature to me and I have no need to think about it. Once or twice the information has come in handy when I have had to call on the grua, (tow truck) when the car refused to go the distance. I realize that it is not normal behaviour to be so aware. I am seeking to add another level of alertness to driving. If we ever really need this type of information we will need it immediately. While waiting for help to arrive the minutes tick by as though they were hours. Might as well help speed things up.

I don’t want to close this piece without paying tribute to the wonderful women and men who attend to the victims of carnage on these roads. I think that most of them would say that they love their jobs. There can really only be one aspect to that type of love, and that is when they arrive in time, and through their knowledge and experience take a broken human being and quickly transport that person to expert medical care. Later, if they receive a visit from a person at their station, and they hear with their own ears: “Thank you for saving my life!” That must be the equivalent of a King’s Medal.

You and I can be a part of such success stories if we take First-Aid and management of accident sites seriously. We can be instrumental in presenting to the para-medics a patient complete with detailed information observed while we cared for the person. They, the para-medics need to know whether the patient lost consciousness, and if so for how long. Preferably note down times and all pertinent information that will be useful in accurately treating the patient back in the emergency room.

It is the law that upon arriving at an accident site that is not adequately being cared for, we must stop and give assistance to the best of our abilities. I am prepared to do that in the hope that if I, or a member of my family are the ones needing assistance that we will receive it from someone equally dedicated. It is quite a responsibility, but when it is discharged well and to the best of one’s ability, simply knowing that we gave our best is enough.

Death on the roads? It doesn´t have to end that way!

Don´t overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Anticipation

I was not even out of my urbanisation when a driver coming towards me rounded a bend on the wrong side. Clearly he was not thinking that someone else might actually be using the road at that moment.

That got me to thinking about just how many collisions might be avoided if all drivers used anticipation when behind the wheel. So, how would that work? For one thing, had I been driving at a much faster speed there would have been a smash up on that bend, and that would have completely messed up my day.

Any driving school worth its salt would teach the practise of anticipation, reasoning that if you can anticipate that something will happen, you can prepare for it.

What the other driver, in my example, should have done was to presume that there would be another vehicle approaching that bend from the opposite direction and then place his vehicle as close to the right hand side as possible. Then, provided that I did the same thing, and that both our speeds were appropriate for that stretch of road, there would not have even been a chance of a collision.

Notice that I am not using the word “accident” to describe the coming together of two vehicles under normal circumstances. In fact, I can only think of one genuine circumstance that fits the description of accident, and that involves the sudden appearance in the road of a wild animal. All other situations that come to my mind usually involve some fault on someone’s part. (The courts tend to agree.)

Here are some circumstances where anticipation can save the day:
- If you anticipate that you will have to drive or ride at some time during the day, avoid drinking alcohol;
- If you suffered a sleepless night, you can safely assume that embarking on a long, monotonous drive the next day will end badly;
- When driving along country roads with agriculture fields all around, you can anticipate the presence of slow-moving tractors on the road. It would be a particularly bad idea to speed with reckless abandon as a crash into the back of one of those tractors, with their sharp cutting tools might inflict some real pain;
- When driving through an area that is residential and consists of many cross streets, we can anticipate that there will be families living in the vicinity, and their children might be trying out their bikes. This is a time for an abundance of caution, unless you are unafraid of enraged parents.
- When driving at night, by realising that our vision is limited, if we anticipate that there may be people walking along the street wearing dark clothing, or an animal crossing the street ahead, by simply lowering our speed by at least 10 kilometres from our normal day speed, the collision can be avoided. The practise is called “driving within the scope of your lights.”

Stay Safe!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

The ITV, Annual examination of your Car

This wasn't my car, but I wish it were!

If you drive in Spain the ITV (Inspecció Técnica de vehiculos) needs no introduction. Those of you who might be newcomers,this is Spain’s equivalent to the M.O.T. that you know (and love) so well back in the U.K. Whatever its called in the country in which you live, these are sort of semi-government bodies that perform the task of ensuring that vehicles that use our roads are actually roadworthy. Some say that what they really do is give your car the shock of its life. It may even seem as though they are trying to break it. Mine always limps away after being put through its paces. (My last visit one of the hubcaps dropped off as I drove out the gate. I kid you not.)

I have decided that this shall not be a whingeing, complaining piece about the ITV, but rather just a narration of my experiences.

I drove a Chrysler made-in-Canada mini-van, which is really quite a comfortable car for long journeys. Hence the name “Voyager”. The car was imported into Spain about nine years ago and was ten years old when it was stolen. (That's another story.) That means it went through an inspection that certified it was legal to be driven on these roads, i.e it complied with all technical aspects. Since then it has been inspected by the same station twice. For its 2005 inspection it failed on the first attempt. Not because of the brakes, or suspension, or emissions, or something along the lines of maintenance. No, it failed because of the following things:

(a) The license plate in the front was situated on the left of front instead of in the centre.
(b) The hazard and turn lights to the rear used clear bulbs and clear covering instead of amber.

Well, the first was easy to fix and the second was a real nightmare. The light fixture is a sealed unit allowing only for a change of the bulbs. It is simply not possible to acquire a unit with the correct colour code, and neither is it possible to acquire amber coloured bulbs of the size needed. But they had said, words to the effect don’t come back until you have sorted this out. What was I to do? Scrap the car did cross my mind, but it was in excellent condition. My program of preventative maintenance had kept the car in proper running order, but there I was, faced with an impossible situation.

What on earth had suddenly changed to bring about such demands? Well, probably nothing had changed. I still think that this was one of those things where a case of different personnel made all the difference. The position of the license plate made me unique among traffic. Why was I not in conformity? And hazard lights in white, and white turn signals, how did anyone ever know what I was doing during the day? So sure, I could see their point, but how did this pass for so long. Don’t ask me, we have to ask the brilliant designers, whom I would like to meet someday.

To make this otherwise long story short I found the solution one very early morning when a still small voice said to me in my dreams, “ paint the bulb stupid!” “Eh!”, said I. And so, that is exactly what I did. Finding orange colour transparent paint for glass was amazingly easy. You look for it in the section under artist’s supplies. It goes on easy and dries very fast and Bob’s your uncle!

The process for submitting to the scheduled ITV examination is to go to the one nearest your residence, although probably you could go to any one you choose, and you determine which line you should be in and you place your car in that line, thus assuring your place in the queue. Then go to the office with your ITV booklet. There they will extract some money from you depending on certain criteria, such as whether your car has a catalytic converter or not. My cost was 42.27euros.

The examination is very thorough, starting with suspension, brakes, tires, lights, level of dipped and long-beam headlights, seatbelts, license plate position, horn, emissions, noise level, and a bunch of things they do by going under the car. Very disquieting that! During the course of the examination there are machines that severely test suspension and brakes beyond anything I normally encounter on the road. Should the car fail you are given a fail slip noting the things that must be corrected, and you have two months to complete the repairs. Meanwhile, ITV hold the car´s permit to circulate on the road, so you really are not permitted to carry on driving it to work for two months. You may only drive the car to a garage and back to the ITV after the repairs.

The personnel are usually a good bunch of guys just doing their jobs. I agreed with their findings, so I’m not complaining. Its just that as the car was beginning to show its age I was expected to make all these things right just before junking it. Life's funny that way!

Death on the roads! It doesn’t have to end like that!
Please don´t overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Lewis Hamilton, Formula One Driver

Lewis Hamilton
F1 Driver Extraordinaire & Phenom

Perhaps only someone who comes from a small island in the Caribbean can really appreciate how extraordinary the story of Lewis Hamilton is.


While it’s true that Hamilton was actually born in Hertfordshire, England, on January 7, 1985, his grandparents came from the island of Grenada. The blood that flows through his veins is that of an Carib-Afro-English young man, and that alone makes him a stand out in the sport of Formula One racing. That he got to be where he is means that he is possessed of a talent that cannot be ignored. It took a quantum leap to go from the “A” of his heritage to the rarefied air that is the “Z” of Formula Racing. I think that, barring misfortune, this is the Tiger Woods of Formula Racing that we are seeing.

Michael Schumacher has left some very big shoes for someone else to step into. That person will have to be unlike anyone else in racing history. I think that Team McLaren
Mercedes recognize this and have chosen this young man as the Great Hope to take the sport to another level.

Certainly his background is truly impressive. He began karting at the age of eight, back in 1995, and immediately began showing that he was something special as he made winning look so easy. “He was born to the cockpit” was the most common expression heard around the track.

His progression came quickly. He entered the Cadet programme for 1995 and 1996; then in 1997 he moved on into the Junior Yamaha programme. Next came the Junior Intercontinental “A” trials in 1998 and 1999, which saw him confirmed into the full Intercontinental “A” list. The year 2000 saw him introduced into the heady world of Formula “A” racing.

As evidence of his ability to impress people who don’t impress easily, he became the youngest racer to proudly hold a Formula contract when he was only 13 years of age. He was not even legally able to contract on his own without the support of an adult.

The greatest recognition of all usually comes from within the industry. For Hamilton, to have been made a member by the British Racing Driver’s Club of “The Rising Star” group must have been particularly sweet and encouraging. Such accolades are not come by easily, and for the recipients they have profound meaning.

He began his professional racing career effectively in 2001 driving for Renault in the British Formula Renault Winter Series. He finished a respectful fifth overall, and that was encouraging enough for Formula Renault Team and Manor Motorsport to sign him for a full season’s racing card for 2002. He improved on 2001 by finishing the season with an overall third place position, including one outright win.

His 2003 year was great as he began to get comfortable. That year, he won the Formula Renault Series with ten wins and eleven starts at pole position.

He encountered a rough ride in 2004 as he advanced to the Formula 3 class and the Euroseries. He had bad luck in the Brands Hatch Season Finale when he crashed not just once, but in both races, which saw him spend time in hospital. His injuries, while not to be understated, were not life threatening, and he went on to make a complete recovery.

The year 2005 was a much better friend to him as he won 15 of the 20 card season, quite literally dominating the championship and giving a taste of things to come. This was his breakthrough year as he moved into the GP2 series and won in his debut year of running with the big boys. He achieved that, but not before winning the “Ultimate Masters of the Formula 3” challenge, as if an exclamation mark. There was no stopping him. He was on his way to F1 and he would immediately make his mark.

The McLaren Mercedes Vodafone announcement establishing Lewis Hamilton as Number 2 driver, second only to Fernando Alonso for the 2007 season, while met with joy and excitement, was also no surprise. Lewis had earned his place, and has his shot at super-stardom. He started out the season by distinguishing himself at the Australian Grand Prix. The race was between Kimi Raekkonen, driving for team Ferrari, and Fernando and Lewis.

Kimi won ahead of Alonso by a comfortable 7.2 seconds, but the real news from Albert Park was that for much of the race Hamilton was leading Alonso, and this was Hamilton’s debut F1 race. It’s a controversial practice, but in general, Team managements have been known to order their number two driver to allow number one to get ahead. There is no suggestion that perhaps that may have happened in this case, but it would not have been the first time for a number two to be reigned in.

Hamilton has a unique ability to overtake where others sensibly hold back. Perhaps it’s a matter of ice-cold nerves and superb timing. Champions are made of little extras like that. For Tiger Woods it’s the capability of absolute focus. Perhaps, for Lewis Hamilton it’s a fire in the belly and a hunger to be the very best racing driver of all time.

Everybody remembers the one and the only “I am the Greatest” Mohamed Ali. He said he was the greatest boxer of all time, and we believed him. Lewis Hamilton also seems determined to make believers of us all.

Watch this Space!

For the rest of us, please don’t overtake along two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Speed Kills! (and Kills; and Kills; and Kills!)

I read in one of the Spanish newspapers the opinion of a fellow columnist who was trying to make the case that speed on the Spanish roads was fine, provided it was coupled with what he called security and technique. I was in the midst of formulating an opposing reply when, except for the great floods of 1957, the most horrific calamity in Valencia´s history occurred. As reported, a train in the Metro system travelled at twice the posted speed limit and jumped the track, resulting in at least 42 deaths and many more to recuperate from their injuries.

I do not presume to know the reasons why the train was travelling so fast, but should it turn out to have been recklessness and bad judgement, that will be in line with the usual reasons associated with motoring disasters. One thing is clear: Speed Kills!

The attitude that “driving fast with security is O.K”. is all too prevalent on Spanish roads. Particularly young people believe in this. These are people who talk exceedingly fast; who walk very fast; who wolf down their food entirely too fast, and who drive too fast. But speed with security on Spanish roads is a myth. It simply does not exist, and this myth is one of the things that the government is determined to shatter as part of the new points system crackdown.

The only place that speed with security and technique can be practised is on the race track at Cheste. There they have a controlled environment. Before a race the track is inspected and all foreign matter is removed. There are no pedestrians crossing the street while racing is underway (at least there shouldn’t be), or children playing football on open ground alongside the track. Traffic flows one-way, and there is no mix of traffic. In motorcycle racing there are only motorcycles of only one class, or one class of cars when cars are racing. Even then, there are some spectacular smashes. Drivers run the risk of coming to harm, but they accept that risk. Steps are taken to minimize the risk, but nonetheless the risk is quite high that someone could get seriously hurt. Even the fans that love a great and spectacular crash would rather that the driver walked away unharmed.

The comparison between Cheste raceway driving and driving the highways and by-ways of Spain should be like night and day. We know that, due to the congestion of traffic that sooner or later we will be bumped by someone, or that we will bump into someone, but it should not be such as to cause loss of life. Fender-benders are part of the norm of motoring, but smashing head-long into another vehicle causing death(s) is totally unacceptable. When excessive speed is involved, and all too often it is, then it is all the more unacceptable. We do not accept as a normal risk that a drive to the supermarket will probably result in our death. If we lived in Iraq, maybe. But this is Spain!

Those road traffic signs that set speed limits are usually there for a good reason. I often find myself driving along a particular stretch of road at a speed that I find comfortable. By comfortable I mean that I am in complete control when taking corners, and I approach blind spots so that should there be a sudden hazard I can bring my car to a halt by braking in a soft and progressive manner. When I notice the speed limit sign and compare that to the speed that I am doing, if the two agree I am well pleased, and that is proof positive to me that the engineers have got it right.

That is not to say that I always agree with the deployment of road speed signs. There is much work that needs to be done to refine the thinking behind the placement of such signs. For example, on one stretch of road traffic leaving the town where the speed limit is 50 km/h is advised that the new limit is 70km/h. Less than fifty metres past that sign is another that states 50km/h while crossing a dangerous junction. What was the point of the 70km/h sign?

A Spanish buddy picked me up and drove me to a place where we had a mutual appointment. He habitually drives very fast, dodging in and out of traffic, doing all the nightmarish things that I curse out drivers like him for doing. Curiously, I didn´t feel very anxious as he was so confident. I´m sure he could have made that car do anything he wanted it to do. However, he was certainly not ready for the unexpected. He passed a couple of cars that were driving in the middle lane by going to their right. Had one of them decided to move over into the right lane, where they should have been, we would have had a collision. He also appeared so suddenly behind other vehicles that had they been about to overtake the car in front of them we would likely have had a collision.

Finally we arrived at our destination in plenty of time, where we then had lunch and put our feet up for the rest of the afternoon. So, all that speeding to get there was not even necessary.

Please don´t overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Get Lost! It can be Fun.

Discovering the country we live in involves a constant process of getting lost and finding ourselves some place we have never been before. Over the past eight years I have come to know Spain from as far north as Andorra on the Spanish border, to as far south as Mazzaron.

Spain is so diverse. I am always impressed by the fact that one can be on the ski slopes in the morning, and in the afternoon on the beach in warm sunshine. Also, this country is steeped in history. To particularly study the Civil War period and then to visit Teruel in Aragon Province is to walk reverently through the pages of a terrible chapter in Spain’s history. It is also a popular destination for people in and around Valencia City to ski in Winter. As my habitual home is in the mountains outside Valencia City, we decided one day last Christmas to have a day out skiing. We chose the ski slopes at Javalambre.

There are two ways to approach the area. If one is travelling to or from the direction of Madrid along the N-111, the turnoff is at Utiel where you head in the direction of Teruel along the N-330. If starting the journey somewhere near the A-7 by-pass around Valencia, one would travel north along the A-7 to Sagunto, then head inland along the N-234 towards Teruel. This is the better road, although it generally is much busier than the other route.

We chose to head toward Madrid from our starting point near to the town of Cheste with its famous Formula-One racing circuit. At Utiel, a famous wine producing area, being one half of the Requena-Utiel denominacion de origen, one turns off the motorway and heads inland following the signs for Teruel. However, we were hoping not to have to travel all the way north to Teruel, which would mean actually passing the mountain slopes, because then we would have had to then turn south to travel the considerable distance toward Sagunto to reach the turnoff for the pistas de Javalambre. What we were hoping for was a short-cut across to our destination.

As we drove we realised we were getting very close to the town of Teruel. Our route was beautiful and interesting. We were driving through agricultural areas in the early morning icy mist/fog, and frozen winter scenes. We passed through sleepy pueblos, including Ademuz, which is a little area of land that is separated from the Communidad de Valencia, but in fact is a part of the Community. There is an interesting story here, but for another time.

Finally we spotted the sign we thought we were looking for on the right side of the road and eagerly turned right. The state of the road did not look like one leading to a major ski slope, but we knew we were taking a side entrance. Little did we know what we were letting ourselves in for. The real purpose of this column is to warn others not to make the same mistake. The sign we saw was indicating that the Javalambre zone was in the direction the arrow was pointing, but the correct way to the ski slope was to go through the town of Teruel and then turn south to the turnoff.

Our route took us along narrow ridges, down into deep valleys, alongside a river, around and up many hairpin bends, over what is known as la ruta forestall, which is an unpaved track that was covered in ice and snow in certain places. We were not prepared for this as we were without snow chains, and to make matters worse, at one point the car mysteriously stalled. It was unlikely that Mapfre could have found us in the thick of the forest.

Somewhat amusingly, as we passed a barn we thought we saw a person. By that time we needed to confirm that we were headed in the correct direction, so we stopped and my wife called out to get the person’s attention , who we hoped was in the barn. Every time she called out “Oiga!”, back came the reply “Baaaa!” from the goats. “Oiga!”, “Baaaaaa!”. Finally the person appeared and confirmed that we would get there along the path we were on. What a path! Even a 4x4 might have been challenged but my Chrysler performed well, and in the process we saw some of the most breathtaking scenery, unlike any other we have seen in our experience here.

A final note: although we had not planned on such an adventure, with the exception of snow chains we were well provisioned to keep comfortable including food and drink and blankets.

Death on the roads? It doesn’t have to end like that!
Please don´t overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for the people who love you.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

OverCrowding

I drive quite long distances, and in the process I have become really well acquainted with coastal Spain as well as many parts of the inland zones. I have encountered some truly horrific routes, but I have also encountered some wonderful ribbons of highway. Pity I don’t actually enjoy driving, but if I did these modern stretches of roadway would be a dream. Shame there has to be other traffic about.

Spain’s roads have undergone a real metamorphosis from ugly ducklings to beautiful swans. I enjoy watching old Spanish films shot on location. How different the road system was then. To travel to Madrid from anywhere was a major adventure. Of course there are still remnants of the old roads running right alongside the new. I often find myself alone for long stretches and at times like that I hear echoing in my head of the word “overcrowding”. If I didn’t know better I might question that, but I know all too well what that word means.

It is a word that all European countries, including the U.K. are coming to hate. We can build more and better highways, but they all have a destination in some small town, or even the very large cities that simply cannot cope. The motorcar is no longer a luxury. For most families it’s an absolute necessity, and indeed we need more than one per household because it’s a freedom machine. These are times when we need to pick up and go at the drop of a hat. So, given that philosophy there is no political solution to the problem of too many vehicles on our roads.

The only country with a significant population (for its size) that almost had the answer is my own Bermuda. The enabling legislation of the Motorcar Act, 1947, that allowed private use of motor vehicles, contained the proviso that there could be no more than one car per family household, which is still in effect today. Thus, a ten-person family could have only one car attached to their home. But in time as prosperity came and young people acquired good paying jobs they moved away from home so that they could get their own set of wheels. Now we have too many homes and vehicles. But it did keep the numbers of cars down for a very long time.

There is no turning the clock back. There is a tidal wave of young people who have a reasonable expectation of gaining their driving permit, but they are finding it increasingly difficult to get through the process. Some countries that previously had no theory test to speak of, now challenge the applicant with a test akin to a university course. Also, or so it seems, the practical test is so rigid that if most highly experienced drivers were put through it most would not pass. (Especially because of our bad habits).

So, where is all this heading? Already we see gridlock in the cities on good days. In Valencia, I have long given up on driving into the city. I know my way round quite well, but there is simply no place to park. Even in the pay car parks it is often extremely difficult to find a space. The last time I went downtown it took me about twenty minutes to find the last available space in paid parking. Should one be so lucky as to find a space on the street to parallel park, when you come back you will likely find that another whole row of cars have hemmed you in. You could be there until next week. Who knows?

As for travelling the N-332 anywhere along the coast: Forget it! During the Winter period traffic crawls. Cometh the Summer and the tourists. In the not too distant future they will have to get their tans by sticking their arms out the car windows. I fear that towns like Alicante, Torrevieja , Murcia and Cartagena will soon see the day when no-one will go anywhere. (Going out in the car will mean having to take lunch). Benidorm already knows what that’s like in the Summer.

When I first came to Orihuela Costa it was the Winter and everybody warned me that it would be horrible when the Summer came. So I quickly learned all the back streets to be ready. When the tourist jams did occur I laughed and headed for the secret back streets, only to get stuck in the local jams. Is there no justice?

Death on the roads? It doesn’t have to end like that!
Don´t overtake on two-way road systems. Save your life for those who love you.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Just one of those Things?

So often horrible events take place on the road, and in response we shake our heads, go tut! tut! and say, “well, that’s just one of those things!” And then we say to the surviving members of the grieving family, “now you need to go on with your life.” I have been reflecting on a number of such situations and I must admit I have no idea how surviving family members are supposed to do that.

In the United States, the great comedian Bill Cosby and his wife lost their only son out of five offspring. Their son was driving his very expensive car one fateful night when he had a flat tyre. While changing the tyre another person came upon the scene, and in what was described as an opportunistic crime based on the assumption that since this was a driver of such a high value car there must be other valuables for the taking. The robbery went horribly wrong and the son was killed in the process. Mr. Cosby makes magical comedy. How on earth he can continue to find humour in anything when we can reasonably be sure that not a day goes by without recurring thoughts of their overwhelming loss.

In my own country, Bermuda a young man from a family whom I know well was someone with so much promise. He was an outstanding student, a fine athlete, a very handsome person with all the charm in the world. One day he pulled into a petrol station on his off-road motorbike and there he lowered the side stand that allowed the bike to rest at a side angle. Having refuelled he set off and made a right turn exiting the property. However, he made a deadly mistake. He failed to return the side stand to its folded position. There traffic circulates on the left-hand side of the road, and as he approached a left-hand bend he leaned left whereupon the side stand dug into the ground bringing the bike to a sudden stop throwing its rider headlong into an oncoming truck. He was killed instantly.

I doubt that anyone on that island has ever forgotten. I know his family never will. And neither shall I. That’s why I recommend to any rider of a motorcycle with a side stand arm that swings down and has to be swung back up, remove that killer piece now. The more high-end motorcycles that have them also have a failsafe switch, so that if the rider forgets to put the stand in the up position, when he puts the engine in gear it will stop running. The rider cannot get underway until the situation has been rectified.

Do we say to them, “well, now you must try to go on with your life.” What life?

On one of Spain’s interurban roads a family of five were returning home after a day out. The road they were travelling was one of two lanes in opposite directions. Ahead of them loomed a gentle bend in the road to the left. Apparently what happened next was the following scenario: a car being driven by a young man with his girlfriend as passenger came round the bend at top speed and the centrifugal/centripetal forces were too much for him to keep the car under control at such speed and in his lane. Consequently he ran head-on into the family car at such force that all concerned were taken from the scene to arrive at hospital DOA. (Dead on Arrival). One young man’s folly has affected forever too many families to contemplate.

Just one of those things? Certainly not!

Finally, another young man, another tragedy. This driver set out at one end of a residential road where he drove at speeds topping more than three times the posted limit. Near the other end of the road a child set out to cross the street. Had the driver kept to the speed limit, which was set for the good reason that this was a residential area, that child would have crossed safely and in all likelihood he would be alive today, growing up to fulfil his promise. Instead he was mown down like a blade of grass by a speeding machine that travelled the distance in a mere fraction of the time it should have taken. Some people were heard to say that it was such a shame, but it was just one of those things.

What do you think?

Death on the roads? It doesn’t have to end like that! Speed kills!

Stay safe! Drive safely!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

How Distracted are You?

“The leading cause of distracted driving arises because some people conduct themselves in their cars as if in their living rooms.”

We are all familiar with the refrain “ but I only took my eyes off the road for a split second!” No reason to disbelieve the speaker because that´s all it takes, a nano-second for a well ordered life to slip into absolute chaos.

Distraction is at the heart of so many collisions that it is now getting the same type of recognition as driving while impaired. One is DWI, and the other is DWD. On the one hand it is not good to drive for long durations without a glance to the side, as to do otherwise is to risk becoming hypnotized; the crucial thing is timing. When to avert one’s gaze from time to time for relief, and also to flex one’s fingers.

There are just so many things competing for our attention. Firstly we have to be aware of motorists who would pass us on our right side. These could be motorcycle riders, (normally moped riders) when we are slowed by traffic, to other cars if we are in the central lane on a motorway outside town. Then, of course there are the plethora of road signs, both as to speed and direction, and the special circumstantial signs that have to do with detours and road works. So, really, do we need all those signs about Real Estate Agencies, supermarkets, hardware stores, shopping centres, fast foods, and the like?

“Hands-Free Mobile Phones”
Into this mix some bright spark thought it would be a good idea if we drove while holding a telephone up to our ear. Fortunately we are coming to our senses on this one. I have a “hands-free” mobile unit that is very efficient, but I must admit that I do find that my concentration for the road is shared with that of my conversation with my caller. I did reason in the past that it was the same as talking to my front seat passenger, which in itself is distracting, but I’m coming around to the view that the telephone is more demanding.

For one thing, I am always concerned that my caller can hear me, so the volume of my voice is always higher than if I was speaking to a passenger next to me. By that sheer effort more concentration is put into that conversation. Increasingly, I am letting the phone ring as I drive, electing instead to ring back when I am well and truly safely able to do so. It is prohibited to use mobile phones with earpieces or headsets, as these mask over essential road sounds.






Smoking while driving.

I have no personal experience of this but it does seem to be a prime source of distraction. Lighting the cigarette with the electric lighter, as efficient as that is does require that few seconds when you have to look at where you are putting the lighter. And then there is the matter of ash management, and stray ash is at least dirty, if not actually hot.

GPS

These are marvellous technologies that can be very helpful.(They can also get you completely lost.) At times I sure could use some help in finding some of the addresses that I need to get to, but if I have the GPS screen to look at while driving that could be even worse than driving and looking for a street name that is usually written in such small letters that you have to be standing right up close to read it. The voice direction is good, but I do think that the screen should not be visible to the driver. That is something for the passenger/navigator.

Car Stereo/CD player/Radio


A car without the above is incomplete because these could be counted as a safety measure to keep the driver alert. When playing the radio it is frequently necessary to change stations. Best to be able to do this by touch rather than actually having to look at the display. If a CD, at least that can be set up before staring the journey and would not normally need any more attention from the driver. This is about as good as it gets.

Daydreaming/Meeting Planning/ Mental Column Writing/Apologising to Partners

Long journeys where the scenery is so familiar encourages all sorts of mental activity that is outside that of concentrating on the road. Fatigue is also a killer that must be carefully planned out of the question. But the most common thing we do is to start daydreaming about what we would do if we won the lottery. On a more constructive level, if we are driving to meet with clients we tend to strategise how we will conduct ourselves in the meeting. It simply is as natural a thing to do as breathing, but being aware of the possible negative consequences of being so distracted is important if we are to avoid the failure to arrive.

I am always writing this column because by simply getting behind the wheel the ideas start to flow like fine wine. I am learning however, that I must put things in perspective and that a simple one-word thought is enough. I don’t need to have the whole thing written by the time I arrive at my destination..

Finally, driving while emotionally upset deserves a column all its own, which I may attempt at some future date. This can be the set-up of a very deadly end result of a string of events. When a couple clash in the home over something or other, and that results in one person storming out of the house and into the car, full of anger or tears, the ability to drive becomes perhaps even more impaired than through alcohol, and may even include a death wish. How many innocent other road users have become entangled in what was originally a lover´s break-up?


Motorcyclists! Please wear the lime-green reflective “Gerry Jacket” by day as well as at night. Be Seen to be Safe!



Copyright © 2006-2007 Eugene Carmichael

The Bermuda Long Riders Motorcycle Club

Motorcycle clubs all over the world have one thing in common: these are big girls and boys with their grown up toys. Bikers just love their machines, more than anything else in the world. I am now going to use the “we” form throughout because I include myself.

We cherish our machines, we tend to their every ping and tinkle; we keep them in our living rooms during periods of inclement weather, or even the hint of bad weather. Wives and girlfriends will almost always be in the club, or they will be left alone as he joins all the other hobbyists as they go on long and exciting rides.

Bermuda may indeed be a small island, but Bermuda bikers have a big heart and a love of biking on a par with any other club one might care to mention.

I was privileged to attend a blessing and dedication of the club on Sunday, April 15, 2007 while in Bermuda. It was quite an impressive sight as bikers rolled up on their customized “Hogs”. The maximum power rating allowed is 150cc, but other than that all the gear that could be expected was in evidence.

Please bear in mind the size of the island is 35 kilometers long by three kilometers wide, and the maximum speed limit is 35 km/h, so really 150cc is way more power than actually needed. Club riding is not about speed or long distance necessarily, but is more about the camaraderie and the feeling of fraternity that comes from the sense of brotherhood.

The club draws its 150 members, both male and female from all walks of life. The common interest is the machine.

Before setting out on a ride that would cover seventy kilometers, there was a very touching moment when an ailing member who was off-island in a North American hospital was contacted by phone and was able to speak with all those assembled. We wished Mr. Carson Marshall a speedy recovery. Alas, it was not to be as he has since passed to ride the great highway in the sky.

When you visit Bermuda the only form of transport that you can hire is a moped. Consequently, you will be able to retrace the ride of The Long Riders as experienced by myself.

The day was perfect, sunny with a light breeze. We set off in a convoy of thirty-five bikes from the City Hall parking lot in Hamilton and headed towards the East End of the island, traveling along the South Shore Road.

Thirty-five bikes is not a lot, considering I have ridden in a group of 500 in another country, but in that small space that is an impressive number. Our ride took us along roads shaded by overhead greenery and a riot of color of spring flowers and vegetation.

The pungent smell of flowering bushes and hedges was at times so strong as to be heady. That included the smell of fresh cut grass that I love so much. Not that I love to cut the grass, but to my sense of smell if one actually tasted the grass it would probably be quite sweet. I must ask a cow!

Always, the cleanliness of the island is outstanding and noticeable. That is no accident, as the island is a tourist destination and is kept pristine clean for the showplace that it is.

Bermuda has been described as a grown-up Disney World. Perhaps, that’s not too far from the truth.

Our route took us along roads that passed churches that were emptying of their congregation in their Sunday best. Cheerful greetings were exchanged.

We had crystal clear blue seas on our right as we hugged the coast for part of the way. We passed sun worshipers on the beach at John’s Smith Bay, and bewildered golfers waiting to tee-off as our seeming never-ending procession meandered through the world famous Mid-Ocean and Castle Harbour golf courses.

Bermuda’s buses are painted pink, and meeting one coming in the opposite direction resulted in a very happy greeting.

And on we went passing small boats in the bay, airplanes on the tarmac at the island’s only airport, The L.F. Wade International Airport, and across bridges while sea traffic passed below, until we reached the Ole Town of St. George’s, which is twinned with Lyme Regis, Dorset, England. This was the original capital of Bermuda, established in 1609 upon the re-discovery of the island by Admiral Sir George Somers, the British explorer.

The island was originally discovered by the Spanish explorer, Juan de Bermudez approximately 100 years before. However, about 1543 the Spanish Crown declared it had no further interest in this tiny rock in the middle of the Atlantic. It is entirely possible that should the present Spanish Crown visit Bermuda they may very well want it back.

We terminated our outward bound ride on Ordinance Island just off the main square in the town. The following week that would become the berthing place of weekly cruise ships from New York and Boston. On May the 13th the Long Riders were joined by a Harley-Davidson Motorcycle Club that were carrying their bikes with them on a cruise. They were given special permission to ride their over- powered cycles on Bermuda’s roads in what would was a very exciting event, the likes of which Bermuda had never seen before. Even those people who know the Harley-Davidson and Honda Goldwings well discovered a new appreciation for them in that context. I wish I could have been there!

The Bermuda Long Riders Motorcycle Club are a truly delightful group of well disciplined men and women, and I am certain that they would be very happy to hear from clubs here in Spain. Their web address is http://www.blrmc.com/ Like many other clubs they use the power of their association to do good and positive works, such as to Ride for the Needy; and for specific Charity Fundraisers; and therein lies their strength. They will no doubt be happy to welcome you and to show you their Bermuda from the saddle-seat.

Motorcyclists! Be Seen to be Safe! Wear a lime-green reflective “Gerry Jacket” vest at all times.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

La Multa (The Traffic Fine)

I have often wondered how the Spanish system works in case I happened to commit a road offence.

Well, it was first thing in the morning on a cool crisp January day. Traffic was fairly heavy with most people on their way to work, probably thinking about the problems ahead. My drive would normally take forty-five minutes if traffic cooperates, and so far this morning all was going well. But then, there was a sudden slow down where I didn’t expect it reducing to a crawl. Up ahead to the right on a piece of open ground there was the sight of several parked cars. In fact it looked like a market day parking lot. As I drew nearer it became apparent that The Guardia Civil were in action pulling cars off the road. I have been through several of these checkpoints and know the routine by now, so no worries. After all, my documents were in order if they wanted me to stop.

Well, they did want me to stop, so I pulled off and parked where indicated and waited. And waited. And waited some more to the point of impatience. Finally an officer approached and gave that lovely salute which I returned by a tip of my cap. “Ever so civilized”, I thought. He asked for my Permiso de Conducir, (my license) which I handed over, but he didn’t seem at all interested in the documents for the car. This was unusual, but it failed to trigger the alarm that it should have. Then the good gentlemen proceeded to enter into a longish monologue, most of which I did not understand, but the words that leaped out at me like alien monsters were, “camara”, “ha capturado su coche,” “excesiva velocidad”, “ochenta cautro en la zona seiscenta kilometres”. I missed the rest, I was too busy recoiling in horror. My mind said, “Oh Oh!”. Funny how those two little words can sum up so adequately every cataclysmic event known to mankind.

Well, I was truly busted. (Later, when I revisited the scene, as one tends to do, I looked for the sign that I, and a cast of dozens had overlooked to our chagrin. There was not one, we had passed three warning us to slow to 60 km/h, so we had absolutely not a leg to stand on). I had truly worked hard for my fine, but I wasn’t expecting to have to part with 200 euros so suddenly. That’s approximately 8.33 euros per kilometre over the posted limit. Ouch! But then the agent with the kind voice assured me that if I paid the fine within 15 days I would be allowed a discount of 30%. In this country, the after Christmas sales period is discount time in all the shops. But to get a 30% discount on my fine too left me wondering whether to laugh or cry.



So, these are the mechanics of paying a “multa” (traffic fine): If you are a visitor driving on your home issued license, or for that matter a resident driving on a foreign license, (“Oh Oh!), the fine is paid then and there. No, you don’t get to ask the audience or phone a friend, although you might have to if you have no other way to satisfy the demand. Your car will be immobilised until the fine is paid. Credit/debit card or cash will do.

Otherwise, you are issued with your denuncia which you can take along to any Trafico office, and there you first go to the window marked “sanciones” and show your denuncia, which is in duplicate. It is scrutinized and if not requiring any special action,(like Heaven knows what) it is stamped and you are directed to the next window where, in my case I parted with 140 euros. (“200 euros less 30%). Peculiarly, the lady taking my cash and issuing me with a receipt was one of the most pleasant clerks I have ever encountered anywhere in Spain. What a place to find her.

And that was it, over in less than three minutes. It takes me longer to buy a necktie.

The real significance of this tale is that I was trapped by a speed camera, one of Britain’s less welcome exports, and in spite of promises made that they would only be employed along with warning signs that state “Speed camera in Operation”, there were no such signs. So, be warned, particularly when you encounter zones where the normal speed is reduced. Adhere to the slower speed. Those signs are placed there for a reason. Stay within the speed limit because the slowdown signs appear very suddenly.

You may wonder what happens should you forget to pay within the 15 days. One poor soul found out. The fine was increased by 20% and the money taken out of his bank account by the TAX authority. Yikes!

Death on the roads? It doesn’t have to end like that!
Stay Safe! Drive safely, and don’t speed!

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael

Be a Good Samaritan - It's the Law!

While driving along a country road I happened upon an accident that had just occurred. A van had tipped on its side, an injured woman lay in the road moaning loudly; evidently other occupants of the van stood idly by, and a lone policeman was directing traffic around the wreckage. There were two other cars that had stopped to render assistance. The policeman waved me on, but to be sure that I covered my obligations I asked him if he wanted my help. Having been told no, I continued on.

Road users have a duty in law to stop and to render assistance to an accident scene unless excused. Failure to do so could result in prosecution. This is an obligation that I take seriously because if it is my turn to need help I can only expect to receive it if I am prepared to do my best for my fellow travellers.

To know First-Aid is a good idea anyway for the sake of our own families. The situation on the road can lead to some awful accident sites where every ounce of such knowledge can be tested. Even jaded ambulance teams can be shocked by what they encounter, yet by law ordinary members of the motoring public are expected to take action to intervene.

What does one do should one encounter a scene where there are multiple injured. Essentially this would involve practising triage, something medical personnel say they hate to have to do. Triage is the determination of which injured person needs attention first. Lay opinion is divided, but if the person is demanding attention very loudly, he’s living and probably not in danger of expiring right away.


Conventional wisdom suggests some commonsense things to do, and just as important not to do upon arriving on the scene of an accident:
- In the case of an injured person wearing a crash helmet, unless the helmet is actually strangling the person to death, it should not be handled at all by the first-aider.
- The injured person must not be given anything by mouth.
- The crash site should not be modified by persons attending, except to prevent further injury, damage or another crash.
- Do nothing to cause secondary injuries, such as moving the injured person simply to make them more comfortable. Spinal injures could result through improper handling.
- Do not directly touch a person’s open wounds.

The list of things to do in accident site management is seemingly endless. The first thing to do, in my opinion is that when stopping to help, make certain that your own vehicle is parked so as not to be the cause of another crash. (Did you ever see someone’s haphazardly parked car at some weird angle, with the driver’s door wide open.) Activate your hazard lights.
Secondly, make sure to wear your reflective jacket, day or night. This includes motorcyclists. Thirdly, I would call for emergency help just based on my initial observations before I began working with the injured. Once that process begins I would need to concentrate on my patient.

Many people believe that the first fifteen minutes of arrival of the first persons on the scene are golden because this is the period when a person’s life can be saved and his condition stabilized, and secondary injuries can be prevented through proper protocol. However, it's important to keep in mind that we are administering only First-Aid. We are not required to function as paramedics, nor as doctors. I was always taught that in assessing an injured person to follow the A-B-C guidelines.

A: Check for a clear Airway and loosen clothing that might cause a restriction around the throat. Such as neckties, scarves, unbutton the first and possibly the second button of the shirt.
B: Check for Breathing. Lack of breathing requires assisted breathing techniques, i.e. mouth-to-mouth. Here would also be a good time to check for a pulse.
C: Consciousness. Although presented to me in this order, (ABC) I would actually check for consciousness first. I think the idea was that these are the three things to check for and are easy to remember as ABC. However, if we don’t check first whether the person is conscious we might get half way through doing the other two things only to be shocked by the person ask loudly, “ what are you doing?”

Clearly, having to provide road-side assistance of this sort is a grave responsibility. In Spain we are commanded by law to carry out Good Samaritan principles. We can only do our best.. One more important point: always protect a lady’s modesty!

Death on the roads? It doesn’t have to end like that!

Don´t overtake on two-way road systems.. Save your life for those who love you.

Copyright (c) 2007 Eugene Carmichael