bomz pedalens suturb "Blood, sweat and tears."

"Blood, sweat and tears."
You might think about this topic when you are working out at the gym, babysitting a younger cousin or simply when you are programming something complicated that does not want to work.

You may wonder what I want to bring about here. You must have your guesses, but once again you may or may not be right. What I want to share with you is an experience. The feeling of acquiring that long-awaited pink driving license.

Starting with the first shift from first to the second gear on a parking lot outside an ICA Supermarket all the way through the driving test day in the very crowded city of Vänersborg with its right hand rule in almost every intersection, one-way streets that suddenly turn into a road with oncoming traffic and a lot of motorists who convince themselves that they can drive past amber lights without hindering pedestrians.

Yes, this process has really induced blood, sweat and tears for me personally.

But getting the little pink card with my name and picture on it legitimately feels much better than winning the lottery.
Just because of that reason it has been a boy's dream since childhood days.

In conclusion, I want to give you all an advice. Do not exercise your driving privately but instead attend a traffic school that slowly but surely teaches you your mistakes that you can learn from.

Invest in valuable knowledge instead of a lazy and/or incorrect learning that your parents might have.

And with that said, I would like to thank Roberts traffic school and to you as an audience that you listened to my speech.