Cars

I can't drive.  Yes, I can get behind the wheel and get from Point A to Point B.  I just can't get there "correctly."  I want to say that it's my mom's fault.  Nobody can drive with their mom in the car.  But I also think that there could be something wrong with me.  I drove just fine with my sister in our truck.


But I really don't belong in the car, but I think that if I was supposed to die in a car accident, it would've happened by now.  


It started when I was really young.  When I was about four or five years old, I locked myself in the trunk of my mom's car.  Obviously, that didn't kill me.


Several years later, in 2008, I was in two car accidents.  I've mentioned them before.  The first time, Amanda swerved and hit a power pole.  The second time, her VW Beetle flipped a few times.  A Beetle, people.  A bee-bee.  We shouldn't have walked away with just a few scratches (and maybe a concussion on Amanda's part).  That poor car.


In 2010, my sister, my nephew, and I hydroplaned off the road.  No damage to the truck or anything.  My sister was really shaken by it, but Corban (he was 2 at the time) and I handled it really well.  Puh-leez, I had been in a rollover wreck.


Now, in 2011, I've made several should've-wrecked mistakes--had there been another car there.  By hand of Providence, there was never a situation where I could've killed us with a mistake while driving.  If I was going to go in a car accident, it would've happened by now.


Meanwhile, I've been looking up cities to live where you don't need to know how to drive.  The most votes went to (in no particular order):


New York City, NY


Boston, MA


Chicago, IL


Philadelphia, PA


San Francisco, CA


Washington D.C.


Richmond, VA


Seattle, WA


Denver, CO


Princeton, NJ


Portland, OR


Miami, FL


For the record, I've only taken the driving test once.  The lady there told me I needed a week of practice.  That was weeks ago.