Yes, yes. Finally. It’s only taken me six (six) years to get around to getting the damn thing. That’s not being entirely true, though. It’s not like I’ve consistently failed the driving exam; I just never really got around to learning to drive and to taking the test. When I first turned old enough to start working towards getting my license, I honestly just put it off. I was depressed at the time and didn’t really care whether I could zip around town on my own. Then I got past the depression and put it off some more because I was very, very nervous about driving. Then the abnormal (a young adult not getting his driver’s license) became the normal. Everyone was used to it, including me. If I wanted to get somewhere in town, I had to ask the wife to drive me there, or perhaps another family member.
Now that I finally have the license, I’d like to say this to all family members, friends, etc. who have lugged my ass all over the place during the past few years: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a nuisance, pest, etc. I know I was. And now that I’ve briefly tasted the freedom of being able to hop in the car and just go, without having to ask anyone or schedule a pickup or blah, blah, blah, I’d also like to say this: this is nice. It’s really cool to just be able to go without all of the hassle of finding a ride.
One last thing, to those that have driven me all over the place over the years: I owe ya’. If you need a ride, let me know, and I’ll see what I can do. ![]()
Edit: I forgot one thing. The cones suck, the ones they use to test your maneuverability skills. That was the only part of the exam I was concerned about, and it turned out my intution was right. I lost 10 points (you can lose up to 25 total and still pass) during the exam. Why? Because I screwed up during my first attempt at backing up through the cones. The actual driving part of the exam, I did perfectly. Grumble, grumble. Oh well. In the end, my wallet now has a driver’s license in it, and that’s all that matters I suppose.

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November 15, 2006 at 2:05 am
LearningNerd
Congrats! I just got mine a couple weeks ago, too!
November 15, 2006 at 8:02 am
Josh
Thanks.
Congrats to you, too.
November 15, 2006 at 10:27 am
Joshua J. Slone
Interesting. I had no obstacle course portion with cones, just a written portion and a road test.
Well, unless recent road construction work which mysteriously left cones on the road that were sometimes knocked over to off-center count.
November 15, 2006 at 11:37 am
Josh
Guess it’s just an Ohio thing.
November 15, 2006 at 12:41 pm
vintner
Congratulations
November 15, 2006 at 2:44 pm
Zeitlos
Die allerbesten Glückwünsche von ganzem Herzen!!!
November 15, 2006 at 3:26 pm
Josh
Vielen Dank, vintner und Zeitlos!
November 15, 2006 at 5:22 pm
Cas
Well congratulations anyway. Better late than never
I’ve gone the other way - from a person fiercely protective of her car and her independence (I’m a country girl so it’s kind of essential) to a city girl with no car who is reliant on public transport and lifts begged from people. My poor father. He thought the days of acting as my taxi were over.
So yes, well done
November 15, 2006 at 7:19 pm
Josh
Thanks Cas.
November 19, 2006 at 10:35 am
Mrs Lifecruiser
Congrats x millions.
I know how it is, I still don’t have any and I’m OLD comparing to you
I never got around to it because in the beginning I couldn’t afford it and certainly not afford to have a car.
Then I didn’t have any time - worked very very hard, overtime all the time and in the city where I couldn’t have parked the car anyway.
When I finally got the time and the money for it in 2001, ready to go to take the tests - I damaged my back. *sigh*
Driving is no good for a painful back.
I’ve heard that our driving test in Sweden is among the hardest in the world, much more difficult than in the U.S.
I still hope I will be able to take it later on!
November 19, 2006 at 10:49 am
Josh
Thanks for the congrats, Mrs. Lifecruiser. I’m sorry to hear about your back. What happened?