I hate driving a car with a passion. I know this is a strange statement coming from an American. I’ve never liked getting into a car and driving a gasoline-filled bomb (they have a habit of exploding on impact with something immovable).
When I was a teenager, the age where every male is looking forward to getting his license, I tried avoiding the horror completely. I told my Dad that I couldn’t take driver’s education because of a class conflict. I signed up for a class that would prevent me from having to take driver’s education. Eventually I had to go through this forced rite of passage.