So I decided when I started to blog about my Journey to a Driver’s License, which so far has included applying for a social security replacement card, that I would blog about it only, and not discuss it with people that I know In Real Life. This would give me more time to whine to them about the other stuff in my life like the fact that my daughter used my million dollar an ounce perfume to deodorize the bathroom after her brother used it. But then I talked to my friend Manella and she said “I never read your blog, what are you writing about these days?” and I said “I’m writing about something that I will not discuss in real life.” And she said “What?” and I don’t know what kind of CIA-trained operative could withstand THAT kind of cross-examination, but I cracked instantly and told her about my Journey to a Driver’s License, and threw in some AdSense Google ads for good measure.
And she was very happy for me, and said something like “Oh my god, that is fantastic! Driving is so liberating.” She said other things mostly revolving around the themes of liberation, exhilaration and breathtaking rushes that I generally associate with sky diving rather than methods of transportation.
This, of course, led to a whole new string of anxiety as I suddenly remembered all those well meaningskys who talked me into air travel by reassuring me that driving a car was a hell of a lot more dangerous than flying. I bet it is. With me on the road, I am certain that the kamikaze pilots will feel a lot better about their prospects.
So all the “air travel is safer than driving” voices are now ringing in my head. At least I think that’s what the voices are saying. They may be encouraging me to get some Haagen Dasz chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
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Driving, like riding a bike, is only really scary when the skill is new. You start slow and unsure and eventually learn tricks. You will soon get used to it and become a cell phone chatting, mascara applying, yelling at people in the backseat driving pro. (Please don’t come to my neighborhood when you reach that level of confidence, I have enough of them around here.)
I guess this is a bad moment to mention that I don’t know how to ride a bike, either, huh?
hmmm, so the airplanes are coming home to roost. I think you will be fine. I’m glad you are starting slow! LOL that you peppered the explanation with Google ads. I thought that one about the certain ice cream company would never go away!
I had to take a written test when I came to LA and there were more questions about limos than I remember on the PA test.
Just remember! The road is more slippery just when it starts to rain, NOT after it’s been raining a long time.
It’s the question I missed on the written test in 1976 (1977?) and I’ve never forgotten it.
Oh and..about that parallel parking thing…