The Oddly Simple Joy of the Pandemic Drive

2021-01-07 11:00:18

Like a lot of people, Iâ™ve been driving less on average since the pandemic began. This presents a problem when part of your job requires testing cars.

I like to get a minimum of 60 miles on a vehicle Iâ™m testing. Before March of last year, that was easy to do even though I work from home and live in a dense, urban part of Chicago in which most retail establishments Iâ™d drive to are a short distance from home. Thatâ™s because Iâ™d have to trek to Oâ™Hare for a press junket, or to the suburbs for an event being held by an automaker, or to those same suburbs to socialize with family and friends.

That, obviously, got taken away for me as it did for everyone. So in order to properly test cars for review (housekeeping note â a bunch are coming now that Iâ™ve finished some behind-the-scenes projects that were major time sucks) â Iâ™ve had to do something I did before the pandemic on occasion and just carve time for a drive.

I usually get up on a weekend morning at a time that was once unthinkable to a younger me, cook up a nice breakfast, and head out on one of two drive loops I know (sometimes I explore a third area) that combines urban streets, freeway, and curving roads (Chicago isnâ™t Southern California, but there a few decent roads in the metro if you where to look). I do it even with vehicles that arenâ™t particularly fun to drive or really meant to be pushed, just so I have a better sample of a vehicleâ™s behavior than I would if all I did was run to the market.

To be clear, Iâ™m not doing some buff-book âœat the limit❠shit. I keep my behavior in check as best I can (I already received one speeding ticket this year), and I intend to return each car to the press fleet in one piece. I just want to push things enough to better understand any given carâ™s dynamics.

The hour or two a week I spend on this has been a lifesaver, in terms of mental health.

Thatâ™s because itâ™s one of the few things I can do outside the home that is very low risk in terms of catching COVID. And itâ™s one of the few things I can do that reminds me of Before Times normality, even if thereâ™s hand sanitizer in the cupholder and a mask on the passenger seat.

Not to mention that driving is fun. Commuting sucks, but actual driving is fun. Even if I am just doing a relaxed cruise, I usually enjoy the process of moving a two-ton hunk of metal from point A to point B.

Yes, driving can be fun. But I touched on how going for a spin reminds me of normal life from the Before, and that is, I think, the biggest thing for me right now.

So little of life is what we thought of as âœnormal❠now. I rarely see friends and family in person. If I go to happy hour, itâ™s not at a bar â itâ™s on Zoom and I donâ™t leave my house. I wear a mask in public for my safety and the safety of others, and I worry that any trip to the store could get me sick. I miss restaurant meals.

But I can drive. I donâ™t have to wear a mask alone in the car â though I keep it with me in case I need to run into a store. Yeah, the bottle of hand sanitizer also reminds me that the world is weird right now, but otherwise, I can pretend, just for a time, that weâ™re not in a global pandemic.

The rest of the time, I am reminded the world is in the midst of a global health crisis. Every hangout thatâ™s on Zoom instead of in person, every live sporting event I watch that has no fans, every time I see masked people on the street (or whenever I put mine on), every time I see that a favorite bar or restaurant is âœtemporarily closed.❠Every time I check the news, even. Every waking hour I am reminded that weâ™re in a pandemic.

Except when Iâ™m cruising the Edens Expressway, music blasting, on a trip to nowhere special. Except when Iâ™m hitting an on-ramp just hard enough to get some tire squeal. Except when Iâ™m working through some corners on a twisty road.

Eventually, the car is parked and itâ™s back to reality. But for a couple of hours each week, I take a trip back in time 10 months to when the world, flawed as it is, wasnâ™t in the grips of a deadly virus. If I couldnâ™t do that, well, letâ™s just say I never thought Iâ™d understand Jack Torrance in The Shining so well.

Go for a drive.