A year ago, I did the unthinkable and passed my P's test. After hours of practice, and innumerable fights, and logging hours, and driving lessons, I passed the P's test first go.
Since then I have driven roughly three times.
Once - on the freeway to Byron, I drove about 100 meters before freaking out when a truck went past me in the overtaking lane.
Second - from the ferry wharf to my house, a 2 minute trip at best
Finally - to the gym and back
hmmmm. I just don't like driving. But I do like being one of those freaks who studies really hard for a test, and passes with flying colours, only to forget everything I studied for an hour after the exam is finished.
I guess that was the challenge of getting my P's in the first place, actually being able to get them. I don't really want or need them, but I had to have them.
Luckily for society, I have no higher aspirations of getting my medical license and becoming a brain surgeon, because after those 6 years of medical school, i'd end up in the operating theatre with my tiny skull saw buzzing going "soooooooo what do we do again??"