I was fifteen all over again today, driving around parking lots with my learner's license! Perhaps I should explain . . . Not having a car during university, combined with moving to the UK where I'm not legal (on so many levels) has meant that it's been a while since I've been behind the wheel. On top of that, those of you who know me well will probably agree that even in my younger days I was never a very good motorist (I'm okay with that.)
My skills notwithstanding, while in the rest of the UK I could just swap my Canadian credentials for British ones, thanks to the uniqueness of Northern Ireland that I've come to know and love so much, I get to start the whole driver training process from scratch. Living so close to work, church and city centre has meant that I haven't been horribly motivated to get going - to be honest bus, bike and my own personal chauffeur known as 'the Stu' suit me just fine for the most part - but I've finally gotten around to starting the process which includes lessons, a theory test and the dreaded road test . . . If you're out on the roads in Belfast give me a honk in the wee black Polo with L plates 'cause I'm coming your way!