"I grew up in very rural Maine. Learning how to drive was a rite of passage, a necessity, a symbol of independence. Most folks in the area live out in the woods, with acres and acres of land to run around on. Toddlers are steering snowmobiles and kindergarten kids are driving their own mini four wheelers (not the Power Wheels kind). Ten-year-old kids are driving the tractor around the hay fields and pre-teens are taking apart the carburetor from the riding lawn mower on any given day. Getting your license at 15 or 16 was the logical next step. That meant you could go out into the workplace and earn money to buy cigarettes and Mountain Dew. That meant you could stay out later at pit parties because you could drive home before curfew.
Learning to drive is a developmental milestone; a huge fucking deal, but still, something you just do, because it’s a part of growing up. Getting your fucking license. Learning a new skill. A lifelong skill, which will do nothing but improve your overall abilities in life.
Want to know how I landed a summer internship at a Mitsubishi dealership at age 16? I knew how to fucking drive. Oh, and my aunt worked there, but really, I couldn’t have driven around those six-speed 3000GTs without a thorough knowledge of how to work a clutch and my fucking driver’s license in my back pocket."
Now that I have a license...I have to agree with her on this: you ain't a grownup without a license, because you can't get 90% of places.
On the other hand, the city folks actually COULD get places without a car, so...
I dunno. This feels kinda mean and bitchy, but I don't think she's wrong either. So says the girl with a whopping case of arrested life development.