Michael usually drove himself to Kingdom Hall and his field-service routes. He’d finally gotten his driver’s license in 1981, at the age of twenty-three. Initially he didn’t want to learn to drive. “I’ll just get a chauffeur when I want to go out,” he said when I began nagging him about getting his license. “But suppose you’re someplace and your chauffeur gets sick?” I reasoned.
Finally, he relented and took some lessons. After he began driving, Michael decided that he enjoyed being behind the wheel, read more
I’m sorry, it’s so taboo for me to think about Michael driving. Therefore it’s hot. xD