The slow-moving Real ID Act has finally crawled into my reality and I need a new driver’s license that will conform across states, prove I am not a terrorist, and oddly change visa limits for Australians.
This means I had to go in person to the Department of Motor Vehicles. No way to duck it. So over the course of two days I drove twice a day to the DMV, double-masked, checked the line, and noped out. Not a big deal, it’s only two miles from the house.
Visit four was the charm. Start to finish was ten minutes. And, based on the blurry black and white image on the temporary license, it’s even a good photo.