After spending nearly my entire adult life riding public transit throughout Toronto and New York City, I now live in a little blink-and-you’ll-miss-it town where having a car is an absolutely essential part of the everyday. But as some of you may know, oops, what was it… oh yeah, I forgot to get a driver’s license.
And in fact I’m not one of those people who claims they know how to drive but just ‘never got around to’ getting their license. Oh no. I’ve only ever been behind the wheel of a car a handful of times. For a long time it really was no big deal, then it kind of became a weird point of pride, and now it’s like a super lame secret that I try my best not to bring up in conversation.
But the party’s over, and this morning I begin driver’s ed. I am subjecting myself to four days of sitting in a classroom with kids less than half my age (because in a small town, EVERYBODY gets their license at 16). Hell, most of these teenagers have probably been driving their family’s pick-up trucks around their properties since they were, like, 9.
I’ve been told to pack a lunch, and that there will be ‘group work.’
This is officially a very, very low point for me.
Image above: Mahesh Shantaram, Aftermath. Photographic print available from Mammoth and Company. Shantaram is a photographer based in Bangalore, India who celebrates “the leftovers when all the exotic has been consumed or left to dry.”
His bio also states that “at 33, he still has never driven a car.” Stick to your guns, Mahesh.