I have a learner's permit. Hide your keys.
Pray to your respective deities, if you please, that I can actually make it to and through the actual driving test without throwing up in front of anyone. Is there any such thing as a temporary lobotomy? That might help...
I have never figured out quite why I have this overbearing fear of driving, but perhaps age and *snrk* wisdom will have dulled things a bit, and now I'm just reacting to the fact that I *used* to be terrified. You know, "I know I should be scared of this, so I will be."
I have a year. Adrian has one less thing to hold over my head. Bite me, doughboy, this one's for you. *sigh*