I’m chagrined to announce that after eleven years of resisting the idea, I’m now licensed to drive in the state of California. Yes, it’s true. I took my driving test at the Claremont DMV in Oakland this afternoon and passed with flying colors.
And no, I don’t plan to buy a car, now or in the future. I only got the license for my job, which sometimes requires that I travel to far-off cities (and nearby cities with terrible transit service); a borrowed or rented car works fine for that. I haven’t ruled out City CarShare, but since I won’t be eligible to join until I’ve had my license for a couple of years, I have a while to consider that option.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go ride my bike.
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Now it’s just a slippery slope to being a soccer dad with a minivan who justifies living in exurbia because it’s so much cheaper,not taking into account commute hours, the expense and pollution of internal combustion, and THE LOSS OF YOUR SOUL.
Congrats, I guess.
And, to make this all about _me_, I will _never_ join the dark side.
Unless I get a teaching job somewhere where I need to. I guess.