After we passed our driving test, we were chatting with the traffic officer. “That was pretty good.” he said, “You only had to do it three times. That’s rather quick.”
“Oh, really?” I said.
“It’s usually 5 or 6 times. I think the most I ever had was someone who took it almost 30 times before they passed,” he replied.
Theresa and I had decided to start the process of getting our Japanese driver’s licenses a few months early because we knew it could potentially be a long process and we wanted to make sure we had them before our international licenses expire in February. In order to do that, we had an official translation of our American licenses made and then we went in for a pre-screening appointment to see if our documents from America would be considered valid here in Japan. “The paper test you should have no problem with – I’ve only had 2 people fail that in all the time I’ve worked here. The driving test, well…” the officer said, sucking in through his teeth and giving the often used Japanese understatement “that’s a little difficult.” The good news was that we didn’t need an appointment to take the driving test and could retake it as often as we needed to.
We arrived at the center at 8:30 AM the following week and began our processing. This involved going to various numbered windows where various things were verified or information collected, paying our testing fee, and purchasing official application photos (different from our actual license photos) at the on-site photo both. The Japanese government seemingly loves paperwork, which is done almost all by hand using rubber stamps. At one of the windows, our applications were stamped in no less than ten different places. The eye exam which was part of this process involved looking into a machine and then telling the traffic officer what color the ‘C’ was and which way the opening was facing (ironically, the letter “C” isn’t used in Japanese). Then we went up to the second floor of the center and waited until they called us in for our paper test. It was indeed quite easy, with questions such as, “When you’re tired, is it okay to drive?” and “If you get into an accident, do you still need to call the police?” Needless to say, we both passed and then started to prepare for our driving test, which was schedule for that afternoon.
In Japan, the driving test is administered with kind of a different philosophy. Japanese roads are narrow, windy, and often have many bicyclists and pedestrians (as opposed to most American roads, which are wide, straight, and comparably empty). The traffic laws in Japan are such that the larger vehicle yields to the smaller, going from semi’s all the way down to pedestrians. The Japanese driving test is less about your demonstrating your ability to handle a vehicle safely on real roadways, and more about demonstrating your ability to drive precisely and cautiously and observe the various traffic rules. The driving test is administered on a specialized course at the driving center, designed to simulate actual roads and conditions, only without other cars or pedestrians. There are certain procedures the testee must follow in order to pass. However, they must not just be completed – rather, they must be done perfectly.

The Yamaguchi Traffic Center driving course.
First, before you get in the car, you need to look underneath the back and the front of the car to ensure that there are no objects, animals, or children in the way. You also need look before opening up your door, in order to avoid putting it in the way of a passing vehicle (keep in mind we are on a fake road). If you go more than 30 kph (18 mph) for most of the course, you will probably be dinged for going too fast (although, as Theresa discovered, you can also be dinged for going to slow). Before making a left-hand turn (remember, they drive on the left-hand side here), you must look in your side mirror and out the passenger side window for any mopeds or bicyclists that might come up alongside you. With each turn, after looking left and right carefully (and exaggeratedly so that the traffic officer will know that you have actually looked), you may then proceed cautiously to turn.
The course includes a very narrow set of curves that look like an “S” and a right-left turn combination that looks like a crank handle. These are meant to portray some of the very old side roads in Japan that are both twisty and have houses close to it on either side. They are lined with wind chime like pipes on both sides of the road so the traffic officer will know instantly if you hit one of the hypothetical houses.
Upon return to the start point, the traffic officer will give you “driving advice” which is his list of all the things you didn’t do quite right. Each time we took the driving test, the police officer had different advice for us including:
- that we made our left turns (and also some right ones) too wide
- that we didn’t turn left correctly so as to check for and prevent hitting a moped or bicycle
- that we looked before pulling out into the intersection, but not a second time as we were going through the intersection
- and finally, that Theresa needed to go “just a little faster next time.”
You then go inside to await your fate, parting with the standard Japanese phrase (although especially pertinent in this case), “Yoroshiku onegai shimasu.” which means essentially, “Please treat me well.” After a little wait (which of course seemed like an eternity), an officer comes out and says gokaku or fugokaku (passed or didn’t pass). I passed on my third try and Theresa (having made only one error her third try, but a fatal one) passed on her fourth. After that, we paid the license fee, had our license photos taken, received our licenses, and were on our way – relieved that we are now able to drive indefinitely in Japan.

Theresa and I show off our new licenses.
Praise God that were able to get our Japanese driver’s licenses. Pray for safety as we travel on the busy roads of Japan.