The Driving Test
As I mentioned in a previous post, when I first moved to the Washington D.C. area I did not have a car and chose public transportation over buying one. See http://shadowflutter.blogspot.com/2015/07/mass-transit-and-loneliness-of-commuter.html By the time I had decided to buy a car, my driver’s license had expired long ago. In Sallyland — name changed to protect the guilty — when this happens, you have to take the written and driving tests over again. This is no small matter, because I come from a long line of bad drivers. My grandfather on my father’s side didn’t drive at all, and my dad didn’t learn until his late twenties, early thirties when he was in the army. The story goes that upon refusing a superior’s order, he was banished to the car pool. It was there he allegedly learned to drive, but not before wrecking the clutches of several jeeps and smashing another one or two into fences and walls. (He was yanked out of ...