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When discussing traditional milestones of American adulthood - marriage, babies, investing in something beyond an - learning to drive rarely enters the conversation. This is because most people accomplish that feat before their brains are fully formed.
That's how easy it is, I guess - but I wouldn't know.I've survived almost 30 years without a driver's license. There are a number of reasons I've abstained so long: I was raised in Brooklyn, where my impression of cars was that it took two hours to park them and they served as an additional way to get robbed.
When I moved to the suburbs in my teens, I knew my parents couldn't afford to buy me a car or even add me to their insurance, and I preferred to spend my meager earnings on necessities such as pot and Taco Bell. Why squander my menial paychecks on self-sufficiency when I could binge on mystery meat and sweet ganj instead? Accepting my carless future as fate, I became something of a charity case - relying on friends, family, and the occasional stranger to get around. I knew this wasn't sustainable, so I made plans to move back to Brooklyn after college. There, the MTA would enable me to feign competence.
(This worked for eight years, until the thought of inhaling one more stranger's coffee breath sent me screaming toward California). But, in hindsight, all of the 'practical' excuses I had invented were a veil for what was really happening: I was (am) terrified of driving.cyano66/iStock/Getty ImagesThis guy might as well be handing me a basket filled with live grenades and hungry cobras.
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New York was the perfect place for a non-driver to hide in plain sight. You could even boost your self-esteem by becoming one of those condescending assholes who's fluent in public transportation and judges everyone who isn't. 'Did you hear that noob ask if the A was running express?
Who doesn't know that at 11 p.m. Every other Wednesday, the A transforms into a commemorative plaque of Kanye's VMA speech?' (Answer: probably a noob who knows how to parallel park.)Is transportation without the constant scent of fresh hobo pee even transportation at all? All of that false bravado would vanish as soon as I ventured outside of the city: to visit friends in the suburbs, while on vacation, or anytime the words 'road trip' came up. During these jaunts away from comfort, I would regress into a hapless backseat child, whose schedule was dictated by whoever my adoptive driving parents happened to be that week. These temporary bursts of humility made me long for New York, where I was no less outwardly incompetent than anyone else.
Whenever one of these trips came to an end, I returned home with a sense of calm, knowing I would soon regain control over my life. Then, I moved to California. I live in a walkable neighborhood and rarely need to leave it, so I don't feel too hindered by my inability to drive. But, this is a car-centric city, and I can no longer hide the fact that I'm terrified of something that's a basic fact of life for my friends. Being confronted with this gaping hole in my skill set after years of avoidance has reacquainted me with my high school insecurities. No matter how much I've accomplished, I can't help but compare myself to everyone who manages to get on the road everyday - 16 year olds and octogenarians alike.photobac/iStock/Getty ImagesThis whippersnapper has totally forgotten what it's like to walk uphill in the snow, both ways.
When my mom attempted to teach 15-year-old me how to drive, the first thing I did was panic on a corner turn, hit the gas instead of the brake, and drive her Toyota Corolla onto the next-door lawn, stopping inches away from the house. (No one lived there at the time, but still.) I haven't been behind the wheel since I was 18, during a fleeting New Permit High when I thought I might be capable of driving without killing anyone. I know that inching up or moving to a parking spot is second nature for drivers, but both are terrifying to me. And when I'm terrified, I panic. And when I panic, I. Well, I drive onto people's lawns. But, no matter how OK I am with my current arrangement, someone is always there to carsplain the alternatives to me.
Some people suggest biking in the interim. (Side note: Maybe the only thing that scares me more than driving is biking next to people who are driving.) Some launch an investigation as to when I plan on getting a license, because I live in LA now and can't possibly survive without one. (These are usually people I don't know and who will never be affected by my licensed status or lack thereof.)BigandtPhotography/iStock/Getty ImagesNightmare On Rodeo Drive. I'm aware of the benefits of driving and how my life would improve if I overcame my fears. But, these inquisitions make me feel like I have a nagging mother-in-law who wants to be a grandmother before she dies. And for what?
I'm not hurting anyone. No one should be made uncomfortable by the fact that I don't have a license.
It's not a value judgement on people who do. It's not as if I don't watch TV or eat animals. Learning to drive is something I need to do on my own time and isn't an attack on the American Way. I'm not avoiding it to be a contrarian - I'm avoiding it because I need the inner resources (and the financial resources) to address whatever psychological issues have kept me off the road this long. But, when you've spent your whole life not driving, it becomes part of who you are. It informs your decisions and lifestyle.
It sharpens certain skills and dulls others. I know exactly how much to purchase at the grocery store without my arms breaking, and I can converse with just about any stranger. I'll probably never need a gym membership again. I'll admit, I sometimes get immense pleasure from the idea that maybe I'll never, ever learn to drive. It's rare in America! A triumph in its own right. And after 29 years, it seems like a more accessible goal than the alternative.AntonioDiaz/iStock/Getty ImagesI would rather spend money on gas-making burritos than gas-guzzling Toyotas.
Of course, accessible goals are not the stuff of dreams. It would be more meaningful to unpack the trust issues I have with myself and work toward getting on the road. It would be more exciting to pick up a friend from the airport. And, of course, it'd be more valuable to never hear the words, 'So, when are you getting your license?' Again.Imagine how harsh the world would be if you needed a license to access the Internet? Adam Tod Brown thinks you should have to.
Read why in and, if you don't have a license, don't feel too bad. Driving is a hellscape populated by deranged ticket-dispensing police officers. See the worst of it in.Subscribe to our channel to see what the worst drivers always do in, and watch other videos you won't see on the site!Also, follow us on because if you're going to Facebook and drive, you might as well be Facebooking and driving with Cracked! (Please drive responsibly.).