I’m a “City Driver” Now

Something clicked today and now I just… get it.

Wasn’t always this way though:april 20 2008

– to the people getting off the streetcar when I almost drove by, sorry.  Didn’t know I too was supposed to stop when the streetcar did.

– to the guy I ignored crossing the street with his arm out in a weird way, sorry.  Now I know that’s the sign for “stop dickhead, I’m crossing here”.

– to the 6 people I almost took out on Bay Street at lunch time, sorry, that was just sheer terror.

You know how I got good?  For weeks I’ve been going out very very late at night and practicing driving all over the city.  I’ve accidently gone down a lot of streetcar-only lanes, but then I just hop over the curb so it’s okay.

I Parlayed My CBC Email…

… into front-row Raptor’s tickets, ha!april 10 2008

I thought a fun episode would be “Exploring Canada’s NBA Team”, so I wrote to the guy in charge telling him that and asking for a ‘one-day media credential’ (that’s industry speak for “press pass” I learned).  He wrote back saying no problem, there should be room for me in the press area up in the nosebleeds.

Last night I arrived at the gate, hung the pass around my neck and after that no one looked at me twice.  

So I wandered all over the place… backstage, the staff cafeteria, peeked into the dressing room corridor and then settled into the front row and took in the game.