Oj, oj, oj, it's all driving license all the time up in this, feels like. The Swede has stepped in as project manager, setting deadlines and insisting I study after Jamie goes to bed and generally keeping me motivated, which is exactly what I need. And thanks to his laying it down like a boss I have successfully completed my second and final risk class. That is, I got to drive around for four hours today on an icy course in a car that could cause itself to fishtail with the use of nitrous oxide. Say it with me now: SWEET! The hours of practicing on this slippery slope and, of course, sliding and spinning like a carnival ride, taught my classmates and me that there really is no way to drive safely on ice. Except maybe terribly slow. And definitely NOT like a boss.
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