One of the first things a British visitor to Southern California discovers is that he must have a car. Freeways. Bad public transport. I took driving lessons.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I moved out of London 13 years ago, I found a whole other reason not to drive. This was because my new husband Dan, unlike my dad, did drive, and this became a great source of fun and adventure.
Growing up in England, you're sort of spoiled, in a way. You sort of take it for granted that within a half-hour's drive, you could be walking around a stately home from the 1700s. It's not very hard to do - in California, you've got to take a flight!
I moved to Cardiff when I was 17 and never needed a car. When I came to L.A. for my first job there, I needed a car, so I had to pass my driving test.
Learning how to drive was a scary thing.
I had to take driving lessons in New York, which were really weird because it's not the safest thing in the world.
My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.
The very first time I got to drive by myself, I took a bunch of my friends to school and was caught by a motorcycle cop going 90 miles an hour on a back street.
I didn't learn to drive until I was 65 and my husband was seriously ill.
I don't think the state of California realized there would be this many people here caught up in the freeway system.
I had to learn how to drive because I didn't drive in Toronto.
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