The freedom of a driving license

Finally, after months of toil, and what I consider quite pointless driving revisions, I have gotten the elusive driving license. To many people, getting a driving license is but a phase of their lives, a means so that they would be able saved the hassle of taking a public transport. It is however something much more important to me than that. Me, as a car fanatic, constantly long for the freedom of driving without someone looking over your shoulder, to drive the way I want and not live in fear of making a mistake. Most importantly though it is a matter of pride that car fanatic should first have a driving license to be considered a "true" car fanatic.

People who know me that I am quite obssessed with cars: Witness the number of car magazines that I have borrowed from the libraries. They know that at anyone time they can find at least one copy of a car magazine in my bag. This is nothing special though, since many a hot-blooded young male are obssesed with these wonderful machines. What is so special though is that I unlike many other car fanatics, it seem to take me forever to get my driving license. While taking four times to get the license dosen't seem all that much, my friends who know me kept me so acutely aware of the fact that I keep on failing made it seems like eternity.

My Chinese High friends (most notably Fatt and Xf) who long for the day that I can finally drive them around town; My NJC friends who can't stop reminding me that the supposedly outstanding driver given my skill at Gran Turismo takes so many times to pass the test; My NS friends who just plain take advantage of my misery of failing for a good laugh ( though the rest are guilty too...); and those who at one stage or another suggested I wear a short skirt to the test since those girls almost pass (you know who you are)... I have to say a big thank you (note: add sarcarsm generously and stir well), for without you people, passing the test would not be that satisfying.

You know how sometimes people who want things damn badly just simply could not get it, while those who cannot care less about it could get it without breaking a sweat. This just happens to be my case. I have started leraning to drive earlier than a lot people, and yet so many of them have gotten their license ahead of me. This is despite the fact that driving is a convenience to them but a passion to me. It just irks me no end.

I could not complain however, since by failing the test so many times have brought me firmly down to earth to realise that I am but a mere mortal, as much a bobo driver as anyone else. Only through an alert mind and careful driving could I pass the tests. I learned games are just games and I am finally convinced that I am not Artyon Senna reborn. Perhaps only through practice could I aquire a higher level of driving ability. I am also not so anxious to drive all around the place until I am totally confident about my ability. I would at the same time not put my friends life at risk, unlike someone I know (*cough* ..Louis.. *cough*). And the relief of passing: Priceless.

Quote of the day

"A critic is a man who knows the way but can't drive the car."

- Kenneth Tynan