I do not have a driver’s license. I should, but I do not. And this is why.
When I finished driver’s ed last summer, I received my learner’s permit, which allowed me to drive only with a licensed driver in the passenger seat.
Over the next few months, I was to continue my practice, and record the times I was driving in a log. In order to receive my restricted license from the DMV, I had to rack up 50 total hours of driving time, 10 of which took place at night, and turn in my parent-signed log in December.
Overall, I probably drove about three hours total before December rolled around, and I did absolutely no night driving or highway driving.
A few things contributed to this: My fear of responsibility in the case of an accident, my laziness, my constant misplacement of my permit, which I was afraid to drive without. Unlike a lot of people, I didn’t care that much for driving. Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not a bad driver. At least, that’s what I’m told. Or rather, was told. I haven’t driven in, like, two months. The last thing I drove was a golf cart.
I wasn’t real forward-thinking; that’s the problem. If I was, I would’ve realized the freedom that comes with a license, and taken every chance I’d gotten to “hone my skills” (like I was supposed to). But no. I just let everyone else do the driving for me.
Man, I was selfish back then. So long ago. Oh, how the 10 months have flown by. I’ve really changed since then. I wear glasses now. I’m what the kids call “an intellectual”.
However, I can’t escape my past. I still haven’t been to the DMV, not even once. Sometimes, I dream about the fabled waiting times, or the storied sluggishness of the workers.
Will I never feel the blinding flash of the DMV camera? The cold, hard plastic of the rectangle confirming my permission as well as my identity? The liberty of driving alone on the open road, wind in my ears, hands on the wheel, foot on the gas, smile on my face? Am I doomed to a life of public transportation and cycling? Oh, I should hope not!
I know one day I’ll get my hands on a license. And when I do… well… not much would change. Jokes aside, I’ll still probably let other people drive me around. But hey, it’s another step in life, albeit one I should’ve taken already. I’d rather not miss it, lest it trips me farther down.