Right of Way

Passenger pic through the visor mirror from a few days ago. Martin was driving the car.


I passed zeeee test!!! I am now authorized to drive in Germany.

And to prove I haven’t forgotten a single thing, as Martin drove us back to the hotel, I pointed out the various signs and right-of-way situations. As we came up on an unmarked intersection, I narrated the right-of-way rule as he instinctively came to a stop to allow the car stopped to our right to proceed ahead of us, as required.

But the other car didn’t move. After a few seconds, then it pulled out slowly, then stopped midway through the intersection.

“Oh, were we not supposed to stop?” I asked, suddenly unsure as we watched the driver turn her head from us to her passenger back to us. “Do WE actually have the right of way?”

“No, she has the right away. I wonder why she’s not driving,” Martin answered.

For reference, the right-of-way rule is so awkward to newbies, especially Americans who don’t have such a law, obviously. It’s the cause of a lot of accidents involving the Americans stationed here, according to the transportation folks. So I was feeling pretty spiffy about passing my test the first time and remembering all of that.

That’s when the car lurched forward and as it drove away, we noticed the red-lettered sign on top of the car.

Fahreschule. Student driver. #Germanlife