My driver's license

This third day of March stands very high in my memories. It's the very day when I received my driver's license and arguably, I consider it as my most important scholastic achievement which says a lot about my personal relationship with studying in general. I will never forget that day; I took the test in Cluses, France, with Michel Vittoz one of my classmates, on a white Simca 1000 owner by Alliot driving school.

To me, like so many other male teenagers, driving stood at the pinnacle of life. We all seemed to love cars, wanted to drive like Fangio and couldn't wait to put our hand behind some fancy wheel. In my case, the only car I could drive at the time, was the family Citroën 2 CV that would eventually be passed on to me and become my own set of wheels until about 1972.