February 17, 2010
When I was learning to drive, I thought I was tough shit when I was able to complete several non-stop cycles around my parent's semi-circular driveway. The real heart-pumper, though, was the 50-foot stretch where I was on the actual street. It was strictly residential with barely any traffic, but the possibility that a car might be anywhere in sight was enough to inspire heartattacky panic. At the same time, I kind of hoped one would pass by, because I just knew the driver would think, "Oh, wow, what a skilled driver that girl is. A real natural!"