Dear Reader,
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to learn to drive.
Due to an assortment of life events, I didn’t get the opportunity to get my license until a few years ago, at 28. I hopped into the instructor’s car on the day of my first lesson, drove through an intersection, made four right turns, parked haphazardly, and hobbled out of the car and to my front door, stiff with fear. Everything had gone well. But at the first traffic light, watching cars race past, I’d had an epiphany: cars were accursed death traps. I canceled my remaining lessons.
A year passed before I signed up again. When I relayed my previous experience to my new instructor, he, a college student working part time at the driving school, nodded knowingly. His ...
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