By Kelly S. Lee. August 5th, 2026.

I will be a neurosurgeon. I major in biochemistry at UC Davis. I need a driver's license.

Absolute Best Driving School was referred by mom's twin sister: Athena. I enrolled in the VIP Program: 10 sessions. This is my personal experience with Traffic Safety Expert: Mr. Tran.

An ABDS Odyssey.

Discipline began in a chrome-polished mechanical unicorn before dawn. I was a sleepy sparrow. Always an hour ahead of time, an electrical buzz. Five minutes before a knock, a chirp. My Rolex Submariner stood at the front door.

Mr. Tran dressed like a Supreme Court Lamborghini Diablo GTR Gladiator. The Titan-torpedo blue tie with gold stars was mom's favorite. "Elite Tier 1" level professionalism.

He had a vintage blinding bright black leather briefcase. Inside was a Trojan horse binder. It mapped out a curriculum of cybernetic complexity: drafts, notes and illustrations. It transcended a PhD course in logic, religion and philosophy.

He had a Smith & Wesson way of teaching. He shot specific point-blank instructions. He explained critical reasons behind a concept but granted me the rights to execute freely--until I perfected each accident-prevention skill exactly. Black-Op Swan.

Mr. Tran is literally an advanced quantum supercomputer. His phenomenal insights and pinpoint precision analysis are from a bygone galaxy. UC drones are incomparable.

He articulated unfathomable depths and details during our excursions. Verbal quizzes. Written quizzes. Technical quizzes. Tactical quizzes. All warranted, without warning.

Define defensive driving? Observed outcomes. What is a green light called? Time-bomb. No. 1 parking rule? DO NOT hit the front bumper!

Grenade umbrella mandatory. No idle moments. Student Driver Cyborg: License Day.

Ten sessions cosmic-drifted into the Absolute Horizon. Sunrise Ruby Mermaid 5.0.

Two hours morphed into a two-minute avatar sea beast's earth-shattering claws. Collision-avoidance maneuvers. Meticulous blueprint. Spun-out perfection. A driven-purpose life. Destination Detour: Rogue Road Princess.

Miyamoto Musashi re-engineered. Ultimate patience is his crown. A single-minded sixth sense is his Absolute Ultramarine.

Mr. Tran has an uncommon dedication to his profession. Supernova training standards. His doctrine lights the way across an indestructible bridge.

He has a Zen heart. It is his sacred kryptonite. He was superbly watchful if I needed water, restroom or a break from our fiery expeditions--especially near the DMV drive test date. My favorite teacher.

His messages always ended: "Got absolute 1,000 percent faith in you." An Imperial Jade ring in a Bushido lighthouse.

Following assiduous preparations and relentless mock tests with Mr. Tran, I decisively aced the DMV road exam. One red dot: "limit-line gap." A dragonfly at the headlights.

One day, I'll have a vintage Pink Star Hermes Birkin and save lives, too!