How I Learned to Drive
By Paula Vogel
Behind the wheel is one of the places I go to sort out my life. Alone with my music, and maybe a cup of coffee, I take in the scenery and search for a little perspective. Long drives are an effective, though hardly unique, coping mechanism. Vehicular therapy is an American tradition. The Gulf Coast highway, the Pacific Coast highway, and Route 66 are enshrined in song. Jack Kerouac’s On The Road defined if not a generation than at least one of its most significant subcultures. The last lines of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken may be the most famous in American poetry. Driving is a rite of passage. Every state allows us to drive before we can vote. We learn to drive at a time when our hormones are raging, when we are beginning to explore our sexuality. How I Learned to Drive takes our romance of the road and uses it to help us see the universal in a unique story.
-- Director's Notes, August 2012
Photos by Matt Schneider