They gave ME a UK drivers license! What were they thinking? #ThrowbackThursday #humor

Barb Taub

[ThrowbackThursday post from a few years ago on Marcia Meara’s fabulous blog, The Write Stuff. Driving around London for past few weeks reminds me of why I really shouldn’t be allowed behind the wheel, at least there. That is all I will say.]

The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers.”
Dave Barry, Dave Barry Turns Fifty

The Vomit-Comet, a Chevy Impala wagon painted (for reasons my father never revealed) mint green.The Vomit-Comet, a Chevy Impala wagon painted (for reasons my father never revealed) mint green.

“Do NOT,” my mother warned as she slid out of the red pleather bench seat of the Vomit Comet, “…come out without IT.” I had just turned sixteen, and IT was my drivers license. Growing up in a California suburb where you practically needed a car to drive to your mailbox, a license meant…

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