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Byline: Matt Davis
Back in California recently, one of my little chores was the reinstating of my driver's license. I've been wandering the world with a Mississippi license good through June 9, 2004, but there's unfortunately little reason to hustle back down to the Gulf Coast unless you count a shrimp po' boy with a splash of Louisiana Hot Sauce reason enough.
There are a few reasons why I choose not to throw it all in and get my European Union driver's license. Part of it is that I like to maintain some important connections with my mother country. The United States mostly rocks and I miss it often.
The other big reason for keeping this Yankee link is that it's so dang easy to get a license stateside and such a procedural freak show everywhere else. Just try changing your home and license to anywhere else in the world and you'll soon be singing the praises of your former home's dreaded DMV. So there's also some sheer opportunism at play here.
It's amazing that license renewal in America can be penciled in as one of many chores in a day. Like buying a corn dog and Slurpee. I parked in the Fort Bragg DMV lot, walked in and took a number. Mom had nabbed the latest edition of the rules of the road and I read through it once. While waiting, I filled out the one-page renewal form. The very nice lady called my number, took my $15 and handed me the exam. Thirty-six questions, 18 on each side of the sheet. She crossed out the 18 on the back with a red pencil and handed it to me. Before starting, she had me pose for a new ex-convict photo and recorded my right thumb print.
Ten minutes later I was done and had answered all 18 correctly-the first perfect score in my driving ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Age-Old Whine: The DMV Revolving Door.(Column)