Before I left and realized that i wasn’t going to be home for a while I had started taking driving lessons. Yes, I’m 25 (WHOA! I forgot about a birthday… I’m 26!) and have never had my own car, never seriously been behind the wheel and never really had much desire to drive, (apart from seriously rainy / snowy days spent waiting at the bus stop – ALAS, there’s an app for that!). I did, however, spend my entire life living in a city where the use of a vehicle was pretty much nil. The grocery store was always just down the street, and the subway was always a 10 minute bus ride away.
I think I lived in Lop Buri for a total of one month before the urge to have and drive a bike kicked in. Then the need, then everyone telling me to just get one already. So, tired of searching out taxi’s, and despite a rather hilarious, but near fatal story of my roommate driving our bosses bike into the river during her first driving lesson, he conceded to take me out and teach me the basics. Since I hadn’t spent as much time being terrified of driving a motorbike as I have of driving a car, I was able to pick it up pretty quickly and after that first lesson he called me “a natural.” It was done, I just needed to find someone to rent me a bike!