Immigrants to a new country bring with them their language, culture and cuisine. They also bring along other ingrained habits of day to day existence. Some learn and adjust to the norms of the new country, others have a harder time shaking off old ones.
"Drive like you never left home." That seems to be the guiding principle behind the driving style of many immigrants from countries where official traffic rules exist only on paper – on the roads, the rules of the jungle apply. Traffic signals, "Stop" and "Yield" signs, "Right of Way," signaling to turn or change lanes and other such niceties are for sissies. Honking loudly to signal intent and anger, squeezing into the smallest place between vehicles, cutting off the next motorist within inches of death, stopping suddenly, driving into oncoming traffic, driving the wrong way on a one-way street to make a short cut and scaring the heck out of pedestrians, bicyclists and any smaller vehicle that might have the chutzpah to share road space with you are considered signs of skillful driving.
In India at least, I have long suspected that some of the privately operated bus and truck lines hire their drivers exclusively from a pool of recently released felons. Nerve racking? It’s more than that. Driving is often a game of Russian roulette. Also, not everyone who is behind the wheels actually knows how to drive. Let me narrate one incident to illustrate what I mean. Soon after our marriage, my husband’s driver’s license came up for renewal. He showed up at the designated location. There the examiner informed him that instead of his own car, he would have to take the driver’s test on an open bed small truck (known as a Tempo in local parlance) that was parked on the side of the building. Bemused but in a hurry to get on with the task at hand, my husband agreed. After he and the examiner got in the cab, he was asked to wait a bit when he noticed a dozen or so unidentified men clambering on to the bed of the truck. Once the last man had settled in precariously , he was asked to drive with the mysterious entourage perched in the back. My husband passed the test and was issued his license. To his astonishment, so were the strangers who went for the ride! All the men were seeking commercial licenses which requires taking the driving test in a truck. My husband’s co-passengers got their proxy permits by riding in one instead – the examiner’s modified nod to the rules and regulations on the book!
Houston, like most other big cities is a home for a large diverse immigrant population. Along with language barriers, navigating the streets of Houston in an automobile is a special challenge many immigrants face. Brand new drivers, who never learnt to drive in their native countries actually make better drivers on the streets of US cities because they don’t bring with them the "cultural" baggage of having driven in their own country. Other drivers have to learn to "forget" what they had previously practiced on the streets of India, Vietnam, Mexico or Nigeria. Some have a hard time "shifting gears" and shedding old habits, making for some truly hair raising moments.
There are several crowded and jammed highways, free ways and fast toll roads in Houston that can tax one’s nerves. I know some will accuse me of being insensitive but I swear that some of the most dreaded places in Houston to ply one’s automobile are the parking lots outside large Asian markets. Men and women, serene of face and impeccable of attire, operating shiny Lexuses, Mercedes Benzes and BMWs can sometimes make such unexpected and jarring moves that it can tax not just your nerves but your common sense. As I have argued recently, too much diversity without a "unified" vision or at least, commonly agreed upon traffic rules, can sometimes be downright dangerous :-)
There is a joke about cities thick with immigrants: People drive under the law — the law where they were born. That’s the punch line in Houston, known for wide roads, snarled traffic and being home to people from just about everywhere.
As immigrants come, they often bring with them the traditions of their homelands, and that includes how they drive. It is impossible to know how many different ways of driving are out there, and the Texas Department of Public Safety doesn’t keep special statistics to track the driving records of foreigners. The potential for variations is huge.
Instructors say among the biggest challenges is getting foreign students to understand that driving laws are not just suggestions as is the case in many countries where laws are often ignored.
"Check the mirror, give the signal," instructor Deena Patel said to a student as she switched from Hindi to English while recently guiding a sedan through the intersection of White Oak Drive and Heights Boulevard.
Patel, who was born in India, said she speaks with students in English as well as three other languages from her homeland. "Most other countries, aside from Europe, don’t have the rules and regulations, whereas we have plenty of rules and regulations," she said.
Nothing seems to signal an immigrant has arrived in Houston like having a Texas driver’s license, but taking to the roads can be daunting.
"For some of them, the biggest headache is just staying in the lines," said Sunday Iyamu, a driving instructor from Nigeria. "They get here and try to drive like they did back home," he said of the many international students he has had.
Someone from Latin America might treat red lights more like stop signs, as they’re used to not stopping too long, especially at night, to avoid carjackings. For a woman from Saudi Arabia, getting behind the wheel would be an entirely new experience, as they are banned from driving in the Middle Eastern kingdom.
"In Vietnam, there are no rules, it is a free-for-all," said Tommy Tran, an insurance agent who was born in Vietnam. "Over there, it is just survival."