I find myself in my 20's without a license and it's been making me feel like such a dingus. And so I'm currently on a mission. A mission to be the best driver the world has ever seen, and I'm very determined. Absolutely nothing shall deter me from this automobile-independence quest I'm on. After going into the DMV recently and taking the permit test twice in a row and failing twice in a row, I'm now actually going to read the entire freakin' Driver's Handbook and actually know my shit before I take it a 3rd time. I want to pass this dumb test and move forward and finally get my driver's license. Once I get it, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm going to jump up and down and do a little dance. Scratch that. A big dance. Dopamine flooding my brain, I'll probably feel like a brand new person. A person who can cruise down a beautiful highway with the top down, the wind blowing through her hair, blasting Nirvana from the stereo. Yes, it's an extremely romantic fantasy. But that's okay, because these romantic automobile fantasies are going to make this long interim period between now and actually having my license more bearable. Plus, romantic fantasies are awesome. Anyone who disses them and advocates living in "reality" 100% of the time can go suck on a dirty tire.