I never needed it either, and it really isn't something I want to do, but it'll be a relief for my wife to know that I can drive. And I certainly owe that to her.
 
But I don't have any other ambition than to act as a substitute driver in case of an emergency or such.
 
Or maybe go to Guitar Center nearby, to buy gear. :P

I think this would be even cooler. 

How about something more practical? 
 

Yeah!

craigb

Yeah!

I nearly bought that but it had 477,710 miles on the clock. Which funnily enough is the distance to the moon and back. 

craigb

I think this would be even cooler. 

 
Unless you wanna go round corners....... 
 
 
 
 
 

Cars with tail fins..... classic.  American Detroit steel..... no better place to be than in one of those old time cars. You press the accelerator to the floor and you can not only hear the rumble of the ponies under the hood, you can feel the power as it presses you back into the seat as it accelerates.
Most of the cars today don't come close to the classics back then. 40 miles to the gallon is great but..... there's no g force acceleration and standing beside it, if you can't tell it's running..... what good is it. Sure it gets you from one place to another..... however, the Detroit steel lets people know you're coming. Sure, the gas mileage isn't as great, and it's a bit louder, but.... hey, driving a classic car is so worth every dime.
 
I've had several through the years, especially back in the early 70's when I first started driving. None of them were showroom classics but for a poor boy, anything that ran was just fine with me.  My first car was a $100 Ford Comet....and it had fins.... not a powerful car but solidly built and I drove it till it wouldn't go any further. My mom had a nice Malibu that I could drive from time to time.  I was enjoying driving that Chevy Malibu with the 302 and 3 on the column. It would slam you into the seat if you weren't careful and lay some rubber on the road....and get you pulled over for a ticket if a cop saw you do it.
 
My father ran a driving school business in NJ where I was born and grew up. His primary student demographic was women who were 40 years of age and up with many in their 50's and 60's who had never driven. It was the 60's and women were starting to break out of the stereotype they had lived with  that a woman should be in the home and if she needs to go to the store, the man can take here there. Nope, all those ladies wanted the freedom that came with a driving license and my father taught them.  6 hrs of driving and they were ready foe the state exam.
 
I can see how folks in other countries and cultures can rely on public transportation...and folks who live in cities.... but in the heartland of America, a driver's license is a right of passage and is essential to us.
 
Learn to drive. It's one of the great joys in life.  

I would have loved to have this when I was young...
 

Instead I had one of these.  Ironically, by the time my crazy Uncle (who was a two-time Chief Mechanic on an Indy 500 car back in the 60's) had finished with it, it had more horsepower than the car at the top of this page!  A large-block 560 with dual Holley 780's and extra large secondaries, a Littlefield blower and a positraction rear end (the large tires were tucked inside and there was a sneaky way to get the extra air in so no scoop required).  Quite a sleeper car - but stupid!  You could only go straight (too much power in the turns) and you could watch the gage for the 33 gallon gas tank literally move down!  Let's just say that 5 mpg would have been an improvement!  Oh, and it got up to 163 mph (NOT recommended!  LOL).

It can be fun, too.

I don't know how you've survived 43 years without driving. My life wouldn't have been the same without it.
 
I got my license at 16 in a blizzard. I was freaking out because I was 1-1/2 hours late for my 8 AM appointment, and we only lived 30 minutes away. The blizzard was that bad.
 
And of course I had even more nervous tension about taking the test in a blizzard as opposed to the dry roads I had practiced on throughout autumn.
I thought for sure that I failed before I even got there and that the guy would 'ream me out' for being so late.
 
On the contrary, he was so happy just to see someone actually show up, that he couldn't wait to get out there, and basically rushed me out the door.
 
Naturally because of the weather, I slid a tiny bit on an icy incorrectly sloped corner when turning left and I hit
the thin white plastic pole during parallel parking, [which I was otherwise quite good at], because there was so much snow on the back window, I couldn't even see it.
 
But he passed me anyway.
 
As stated above, driving can be really fun - especially if you get comfortable and confident with it, and find yourself in a nice little sports car with a manual transmission, fat tires and 'balls of steel' with plenty of 'snot' to peel down the open road.
 
Fun Fun Fun!!