Signal, check, turn, accelerate

For the second time in my life, I’m forced to take a behind-the-wheel driving test to obtain my license. This Thursday, an agent of the DMV will make the determination on whether I am entitled to be a True Californian – since residency is so obviously determined by your driver’s license, that even those who don’t opt to drive must obtain an “official” alternate identification card through the DMV. To add insult to injury, I am forced to rent a Chevy Aveo for the exam and have my roommate accompany me to the office, since: 1) my car has illegal tinted windows and numbers in kilometers per hour, and 2) Even though my foreign license allows me to operate a vehicle on the road, I’ve still got to show up with an over-18 licensed driver, reasons unknown.

The punch line is that I have a tickle in the back of my mind that is whispering the possibility that I might actually fail the test. I guess I’ll have to suppress the Tao that drives 25 miles per hour in a parking garage to get out in time to save the $1 extra in parking that accrues on the hour, every hour.