My greatest wish for David is that his automobile luck has enough of a non-Dziezynski influence that he'll never experience the thrill of having a wheel completely detach from his car.
I might add the little known fact that I actually failed my first attempt to get my own license, for the stupidest of reasons. Our test consisted of ten questions, multiple choice, on a single piece of paper. I answered all ten correctly and still failed--how, might you ask? There were four questions on the BACK of the piece of paper I completely neglected (what kind of test has 14 questions?!). When I turned in my test, the jerk who evaluated them did so right in front of me. When he noted that I had left the MULTIPLE CHOICE questions blank on the back, I assumed he would give me a second to fill them in and finish the test. Instead, he said, "You forgot to answer these 4 questions, which means you fail the test. You can go home now, you aren't eligible for the driving portion." There wasn't anything I could do, which really sucks when you are sixteen. I wasn't supposed to be home for another 3 hours, so my parents were a little surprised to see me.
Anyhow, a couple of weeks later I re-took the test, this time on a computer. I got all my "written" questions correct and had no problem with the driving portion. Hopefully, my curse of a thousand unknown poxes upon the ungracious tester of my first exam came to be in many itchy, horrible ways.
Oh and Marc, don't feel bad about your fear of cars. I have the same trepidation about another popular (though outdated) form of transportation: horses. I want nothing to do with those tiny-brained giants, so I suppose if we were to warp back a couple of hundred years, I would have been the Marc of the middle ages!
