Finally, changed her mind about driving, translated…
On the eve of our graduation in college, all of my best friends all got their drivers’ licenses, and as they’d gone abroad for their business trips after they’d started working, they’d rented cars and headed out on the roads in Europe, looking so good, it’d always, made me, who’s relying on the public transportation systems to get around so envious.
After I’d saved some money as I’d started working, I’d found a cheap driving center to learn to drive. But unfortunately, the driving coach would use sexually illicit languages with his female students, even someone like m; and, I’d tossed away the fees I’d already paid to learn to drive, and went to Germany to work.
The workplace in Germany was located at a very far out place by traffic, in order to save the money, I’d treated the office as my home, believed that there would be no problem for me, but, on the weekends or long holidays when I’d wanted to go out, it’s like, I’d lost, my legs, I had limited mobility. Gladly, my coworkers helped mem out, lifted me to the nearest train stations, and helped resolve this difficulty of transportation.
After I married, before I moved to Norway, one of my coworkers referred me to a reputable driving coach, I’d started learning to drive once more. I’d worked hard at the driving school daily, and, I’d finally, gotten high marks on my written and driving exams, and finally, got that driver’s license I’d always wanted to have! I’d decided, to head to Norway first, then, have my husband train me on driving, and, worked on driving the stick shift, and, within the deadlines, to get my driver’s license from Norway too.
But, things didn’t go as I’d planned, the local governments thought, that the newly migrated people hadn’t gotten acclimated with the weather there, and, made it harder, for immigrants to get the licenses, other than passing the nighttime driving test along with the driving in the snow driving test, we’d also needed to take courses in first-aid, and the price was really high. And, having experiences in driving, my husband was not a good coach, several times I’d gone on practice driving runs with him, we’d always ended up, getting mad and sat in silence on the way back, it’d proved my best friend’s experiences—a husband and wife can NEVER effectively teach each other anything.
I’d asked myself, and made sure, that I didn’t enjoy driving all that much, and, living in Oslo, there is good transportation means, and, it would be very troubling, to drive with a car. The rules in Norway stated, that any driver over age seventy needs to have the proofs of an ophthalmologist, in order to keep driving. After I’d thought over how I’d getting older, and how I couldn’t see things clearly, and, calculated the amount of money it will cost for me to get a driver’s license in Norway, it’s enough, for me, to get many cab rides. And, I’d changed my mind, no longer, held on persistently, to my dreams, of speeding down a four-lane.
Since, I’d gone traveling with my husband, and, woe was him, working so hard on our vacations, as the driver, and, I’d, taken the advantage, to enjoy the sights, and remembered and kept the motto of “Women shouldn’t be too able-bodied”, that was how, I was able to, be “so blessed not to drive a car”.
a woman driving, photo from online…
There’s, this HUGE shift in this woman’s attitude about driving, from before, she’d longed to get behind the wheels, because it symbolized to her some form of freedom that she’d loved to have, but, as time goes by, she’s older, and more mature, and, realized, that hey, it’s NOT bad, having someone drive for ME, and, so, she’d left the driving to her husband, and this would reduce their number of fights on the road, because we ALL know how much you losers have to say to us when we’re behind the wheels, so this woman CHOSE, to let her husband D-R-I-V-E, while she sat in the passenger side, and enjoyed the views.