It was actually two months after my 17th birthday.
The day I went for my first test on my birthday - I remember I was wearing a #12 Pittsburgh Steelers Jersey I had gotten for my birthday for luck - they wouldn't let me take the test because my father had gone on a business trip and taken the registration for the car with him.
Heartbreak.
In January I went again to take the test - PASSED parallel parking - FAILED THE TEST.
Total devastation.
Finally, two months after my birthday, I failed parallel parking, but passed the test.
My father still talks about how many times he had to change the oil pan on the bottom of the car after I started driving. There was a big bump at the end of the road that I thought was particualy fun to fly over. Kind of like that scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
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