When I was in my teens, I absolutely couldn't wait to learn to drive. Living in a rural place will do that to you. It was 10 miles to the nearest town, but the bus went through all of the surrounding villages, meaning that the journey time was an hour. Such a pain.
Needless to say, as soon as I turned 17, lessons started and I passed my driving test a few months later. Since then I guess I've not really looked back. I really like driving and am happy to be the designated driver for nights out - not a chore as I don't drink anyway.
In fact, I think it's rather great. In the past, when I've had fleeting thoughts about moving to a big city, I've pondered the option of living without a car, but I'm not really sure how one does it. It's like when friends who live in cities tell me that they've not bothered with learning to drive. It was such a fundamental "freedom" thing for me, that the concept doesn't really compute. How do they go places, whenever they feel like it? How do they get their shopping home after a particularly heavy burst of spontaneous retail therapy?
After ten years or so of driving (mostly commuting, both whilst I was studying at university and since then to and from work, but also weekend excursions to see friends who are located all around the UK), I guess it's natural that sometimes you can get a bit lazy with it, and pick up all kinds of bad habits. Reading through this article researched by Simpson Millar however, filled me with confidence that I'm not doing *that* badly, although I do get a little road-ragey sometimes, so language inside the car can get a little, shall we say, colourful...?
Do you drive? If so, what would you say was your worst driving habit?