Originally Posted by
Adam Strange
My very responsible SLI ex didn’t have a driver’s license until she was 35. She walked or took the bus everywhere, but Ann Arbor is a very walkable city.
Her reason for not driving was she had “lazy eye” and would sometimes see two images when she was tired and she had a very hard time judging distances.
When she decided to buy a car, she researched the cheapest, most reliable new car available, then walked three or four miles to the dealership to buy it. It wasn’t in stock, so she walked next door and bought a different model. And, of course, had the requisite accident in it during her first three years of driving.
I was attracted to her because she seemed so mature and responsible, so on our first date, I insisted she drive my Jaguar XKE because it was so much fun to drive. 275 hp and more torque than a freight train in a 2500 lb car put it into race car territory. She didn’t want to drive it, but didn’t say why. I stupidly insisted. She popped the clutch and drove it sideways into my house’s brick chimney, which smashed every panel on the driver’s side of the car.