Story I heard from a friend: His father had been driving for his family lumber business since he was 13 or 14 without a license. When it came time for him to get a license, the form asked how many practice hours he had. He put down 100,000. On the test, he was so relaxed, he drove with one hand on the wheel, as many experienced drivers do. The inspector didn’t like it, and failed him.
The second time he shows up in a pickup truck filled with logs in the back. The inspector asked him what this is all about. He said, after my test I need to deliver these to the lumberyard.