How I Learned to Start Driving (and Writing)

I took so long to learn how to drive. Eight years. “Learn” is perhaps the wrong word, because I spent many of those years strenuously avoiding addressing the issue out loud, or else expending equally vigorous effort into making my inability to drive a charming and integral feature of my personality. I have avoided many things I am frightened of in this way. I was a Someone like me couldn’t drive a motorised vehicle, it would chip into the time I needed to ride a horse around my hilly and varied mental landscape. What was I, an A in an with some kinds of It got so at one point I freely drew equivalencies between the ability to drive and collusion with The Man. But even