I spent several magical weeks in France, England and Wales this summer. Near the end of the two-week adventure, I found myself standing in the attic of my childhood home in Blackburn, Lancashire, and reaching into a dusty bookshelf to pull out a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
It turned out to be a fitting book as we flew back to Maine. As soon as I set foot in my living room, I signed myself up for Driver's Ed with the Lane Driving Academy. I joined 24 teenagers and sat in a classroom with them, attempting to conceptualize the mysterious process of driving a car. Then, one day, I got in that car and for the first time in my life, I set out on the road with my patience-guru-driving-instructor DJ by my side.
It turned out to be a fitting book as we flew back to Maine. As soon as I set foot in my living room, I signed myself up for Driver's Ed with the Lane Driving Academy. I joined 24 teenagers and sat in a classroom with them, attempting to conceptualize the mysterious process of driving a car. Then, one day, I got in that car and for the first time in my life, I set out on the road with my patience-guru-driving-instructor DJ by my side.
