
I’m so relieved. This week, I have managed to get my dirty hands on a [much needed] driver’s licence. After all the blood, sweat and tears, it has come my way. My eleven months of trying to get it has finally paid off and it has been a life-changing experience.
I don’t like the traffic department. In fact just thinking about walking into a centre anywhere in the country makes me cringe. I guess you could say that this is my attempt at reviewing their behaviour and work ethic [or lack thereof]. Here in Somerset West, where I passed my licence, they have a very blunt approach to the masses that pass through their unattractive premises, day in… and day out. You expect service, but you get none. Little, if any at all. It’s no wonder that people get fed up with them. Without the licence, you are limited – socially, in finding a job, your education, and in your independence. I know the feeling… and I’m glad that those setbacks are behind me now.
It was my third attempt at this hell. My third time, and R3000 later… I got the good news. Not a cash bribe – but R3000 of which includes lessons, application fees, and processing fees. It’s the news of my life, because really that is how important this is to young people in South Africa. I don’t at all rely on public transport, how can I? I don’t risk trains here…!
And the proposed “K53″ method of driving is just plain ridiculous. It involves a series of robotic movements you have to constantly engage in… to such an extent that your eyes are off the road most of the time. I guess because it was my third attempt… I had casual driving under my belt. That was to my advantage – don’t go into this without general knowledge of the road. I became a K53 junkie, I really did. And now I will never think about that method ever again. You’d think driving was rocket science… when it actually isn’t. It’s a technique you learn but which becomes eventual second nature. Easy.
I won’t go into detail about how I managed to fail twice before I managed to nail it the third time. Recalling it depresses me. And now I can be a happy driver… and hopefully not become a culprit for road rage. Mind you – with South African taxis on the roads, it isn’t at all hard to become impatient.
All I know is… I got me my driver’s!
Later.
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