Vehicles drive on a highway in the central Israeli city of Tel Aviv December 17, 2013. .
(photo credit: REUTERS)
IN 2003, toward the end of my first three years in Israel (the grace period for converting a foreign license to an Israeli one), I realized that I couldn’t put off the conversion test any longer. So, I had a couple of lessons – and then I broke my right arm. And so began the race against time.I wrote to the relevant authorities and asked for an extension as the cast might not be off in time to take a test. As the deadline approached without a response, I realized I would have to take drastic action. I scheduled another driving lesson and booked a test. Still no response from the Licensing Bureau. Wearing a steel-reinforced wrist brace, I took the test, passing it the first time. A few days later, I received permission to delay it.