Curbside Commentary: Driving in Japan – My Top Five Surprises…

Having lived off and on for thirty-five years in Japan, I’ve found a few idiosyncrasies here with regards to driving – things you wouldn’t expect, at least from those of us that learned to drive in North America.  Here are my top five;

Gas stations are still right out of 1950’s America.  Yes, just like the scene in “Back to the Future”, almost all gas stations here still offer full service.  Pull in and you’ll be directed to an open pump by a uniform-attired attendant – then two more will run, yes run, to your car.  One will take your order while the other will wipe the front, side and rear windows.  You’ll be offered a wet towel so you can wipe the inside of the windshield.  They’ll ask if you want them to look under the hood and check the tire pressure.  If the tire pressure is low, no need to pull over to the air hose, they have portable air canisters to top them off.  Pay your bill, and they’ll run out to the intersection, then wave you into the road when there’s a gap in traffic – and send you off with a bow and a doffed cap.  There are self-serve pumps, but they’re a clear minority.  In Japan, customer service still reigns supreme…

Japanese take trips to visit expressway road stops and service areas.  That was something I didn’t expect, given the condition of road stops and service areas in the US.  In Japan, these areas are destinations unto themselves.  The service areas here are all spotless and have restaurants and shops specific to the geographic area and region where they are located, some quite prestigious.  Almost all will have a variety of food choices and most are renowned for their local cuisine.  And as the Japanese are all gift-givers, there are a multitude of shops selling snacks, goods, and locally grown fruits and vegetables.  Almost all outside the cities are located near a scenic area – rivers, mountains, etc., so you can enjoy the view while eating your bowl of delicious Aichi-prefecture spicy-shoyu ramen…

Japanese don’t honk.  I’ve been to a lot of big cities, both in the US and abroad, and the one thing they have in common is a cacophony of horns.  But not in Japan – the Japanese don’t use their horns to display their displeasure at some traffic effrontery.  And that includes that most egregious of traffic misbehavior – staying put when the light changes from red to green.  Just based on my own unscientific observation, the unwritten social rule here in Tokyo is that drivers have a five second “grace period” at a green light before the horns start to blare.  And then it’s just a quick hit, not a long blast.  You don’t hear horns for other traffic slights either.  It makes for peaceful motoring.

Motorcycles and scooters can pass between lanes and on the outside of lanes – lane splitting.  This was a shock for me when I first arrived in Japan.  Seeing motorcycles and scooters passing cars between lanes.  It just seemed so risky.  But you become used to it, albeit with a heightened sense of alertness.  Changing lanes requires a lot more checking and glances over your shoulder to ensure a bike is not zooming up beside you.  And good turn signal etiquette is a must also.

Getting and renewing a Japanese drivers license is a lesson in bureaucracy.  Last time I renewed my license in-person in the US (which was quite few years ago) I went to the local Ohio license agency, gave them my old license, signed the new print-out application, looked into a machine that tested for color-blindness, stepped back for a picture, and had my license a few minutes later.  I renewed my license here in Japan this past summer, and it took four hours.  I arrived at the license bureau and went to Step 1; showing your old license and getting an application for renewal.  Then it was off to Step 2 to fill out the application and pay.  From there you go to another station where you get a quick eye exam.  Next station inquires if you have any health conditions that would make you ineligible to drive.  From there you go to an ATM-like machine where you select your PIN code.  Next is a station that double-checks your identity by having you show two picture IDs.  Then it’s off to turn in your old license and get your new picture taken.  After that, you go to a station to schedule your mandatory hour and a-half drivers safety class (for those on their first renewal – all others have a thirty minute class).  After the class is finished, you can go pick up your license, and before leaving check to see if your PIN works.  It sounds bureaucratic and it is, but the folks at each station know their jobs and keep things moving with a minimum of disruption.

Irrespective of how long I’ve lived here in Japan, I still experience something new and surprising each day…it keeps life interesting…