November 9, 2020
I learned to drive in my early 30s. Knowing I donít need to fight for my life in public transport commute brought a good feeling. It was nicer, leaving the house with that knowledge. I drove barefoot and only used the first gear for a significant (stupid) amount of time. I still wonder now how the car didnít die on me all those times I ďspedĒ through Shaw Boulevard during my practice drives. Apart from uphill drives and that truck collision, I donít think thereís anything I disliked about driving. I enjoyed it, especially when it rained. Loved EDSA, too.