growing up we always had a car, wether it was running or not was a different story
mum never drove, I think she was 32 when she finally did get her p's. shes a great driver now.
as soon as I turned 16 I was at the motor reg sitting the theory test, passed first time.
I couldnt wait to get my license, FREEDOM!! I had left school at 15 and thought I knew it all, my friends all had cars, I had a full time job and the funds to buy one, I just wasnt very clever with my money! also met first bf, he was bad news and very controlling, I basically wasnt allowed to leave the house unless with him, so I nevr did get around to getting lessons, dad tried to teach me a few times, not a good idea, mum was even worse!!
when I met current dp I was 18, had been using public transport and had always worked within walking or short bus trip distance, I paid for him to get his p's, then thought I really should get mine! (I had been renewing my l's every 9 mths)
I booked a double lesson and had more than half of the log book ticked off, but my confidence was not great.
mum and dad even bought me a car to try to encourage me for my 19th bday, it was manual though and scared me! It was hard enough for me to remeber all the road rules without having to remeber what to do with the clutch!!
dp ended up driving it and me everywhere, he was my personal chauffer, still is....not proud of it though, I cop it all the time from so many people about not having my license.
dp has since bought me another 2 cars, I have continuously renewed my l's, until I got pg and lapsed, then I had to sit the test again! 3 go's later and many, many tears, finally I got it right!! I have a photographic history of my face in learners permits, dating back to 1996, not a good look really.
I have survived rather well without a license, but now I have ds, it is definately something I need to do, and soon.