In 1978, I took the first of four driving exams. I failed them all.
I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that you cannot convince a Pennsylvania State Police trooper that a three-point turn involves eight backups.
Eventually, 30 years later, I took the test once more and passed.
Then, I put my license in my wallet and never drove again. It was basically a matter of pride. I had no…