It's not as if I don't know how to handle the truck now. A license is just a piece of paper

Driving without license is often the product of a misplaced wallet.

Get in or you’ll miss the fun.”
Fun? I slid into the seat. The engine purred to life. She floored the accelerator and the car jerked forward. She took a hard right and the tires screeched when she pulled out onto the main road. I gripped the armrest. “Who the f*ck gave you your license?”
“Watch your language, Noah, and the state of Kentucky. Why did you miss your appointment?”
I loved fast driving. Isaiah and I had drag raced all last summer. What I didn’t love was a middle-aged nut job who couldn’t steer straight. “You want to pull over and let me drive?”
Mrs. Collins laughed and cut off a tractor trailer merging onto the freeway. “You’re a riot. Focus, Noah. The appointment.”

He was all over the road, driving erratically and hit the truck.

He was loading stuff into his truck.

My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.