Time to go vroom vroom!

Obviously, I would fail to mention that my lack of petrol-burning transportation had nothing to do with any hippy sandal-wearing do-goodery, but was more about my personal inability to pass the driving test. In the end, the Polish government relented and decided to award me my licence, and now I can hypocritically pump out petrol fumes to my heart’s content. I never understood why everyone seems so convinced of one thing – that they are a good driver. I’m not. The dents on my car attest to that. Nonetheless, I need my car now. I don’t want to go into specific details as to why, but I wouldn’t be able to live my life without it. My baby sister is twenty years younger than me. She lives in the middle of nowhere with a young child and, to my astonishment, neither she nor her partner can drive despite having taken the test many times. I cannot comprehend how she can make do with a bicycle. Indeed, we are now being told that the younger generation is starting t