At 16, I was no closer to getting my driver's license than I was to parade down the streets of Mt. Airy wearing a lederhosen, singing "Roll Out the Barrel". I don't smoke, so 18 meant nothing to me. Similarly, 21 was a dry, dry day.
Finally, I have grown into a rite of passage that holds some significance to me. Ladies and gentlemen, I CAN RENT A CAR WITHOUT PAYING OUT THE NOSE FOR IT!
So if you see me driving around with a car obviously too expensive for me, don't be so surprised. Also, don't be so surprised if you don't. After all, I've still got my junky car to drive about.
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