It feels at least a little unreal - I did finally manage to actually convince someone to give me a legitimate permit to operate a motorized vehicle. And all that at the tender age of 38.63. Since I was especially vindictive towards my wallet and my mental health, I decided to learn to drive stick! All it took was 139 days, 590.86 kilometers of driving, and 1645 euros of cold hard cash. Oh, and the train tickets to the exam were 27.36 euros. If I add in the lunch I ate and the excessive amounts of Belief caffeinated vitamin water (very on the nose), it comes to about 1700 euros and 4.61 months.
For whatever reason I felt compelled to document the whole thing, tracking all my drives, expenses, mileage, precise time, cost, etc. Quantifying the whole process was utterly satisfying, giving me something to look forward to and giving me tangible feedback on how I was doing. I felt elated to go to the lessons every day (and terrified to fuck anything up), so when I abruptly managed to graduate, it almost felt like some emptiness had befallen me. It was especially hurtful, since Bolt Drive only allows you to rent vehicles after you've had your licence for a period. Not CityBee though - those latvians just can't seem to get enough of my dumb money.
Now that I've had some time to drive alone I drive just like all those idiots I've screamed at on the streets. Damn, it feels AMAZING!
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