New Jersey Driving Licence

I heard about this Telegraph article from two sources - my father and excellent online forum British Expats.

In it, expat Elizabeth Webster moans about her experiences getting a New Jersey State Driver's Licence - something I've had cause to moan about as well.

But the difference between her experience and mine is that my complications were caused by the oh-so-typically 'Roly' experience of being 'a special case.'

Ignoring the fact that the journey towards my New Jersey licence involved a trip to Staten Island and the exchange of several hundred dollars, the actual process was pretty trouble-free.

I went in. I showed them valid I.D. I took my (computer) test and then I emerged with a New Jersey driver's licence. No, I didn't need to take a driving test itself. Although considering it took me seven attempts to pass in the UK, that's probably a good thing!

Yet, Elizabeth Webster's similar experience obviously warranted an article in the Telegraph.

Her first complaint: "New Jersey has a complex system of allotting a number of points to different pieces of identification. In order to qualify for the driving knowledge test you have to accumulate six points."

In applying for a driver's licence, you have to provide proof that you are who you're claiming to be - since an American driver's licence is basically THE essential form of identification. That's fair enough - and no different to applying for a passport or licence in the UK.

Providing this is EASY.

A valid foreign passport with valid entry visa is worth four points.

In order to get the other two points, you can use any of the following: A Social Security Card (which you receive with your green card.) A bank statement or ATM card (from a US bank.) A utility bill (such as power or cable) that's less than 90 days old or your health insurance card.

A Green Card itself is worth four points.

So anybody who is a valid resident of the United States for more than a month can easily provide enough evidence to get a licence. In fact, when I was just a visitor on a tourist visa in 2002, I still had enough valid ID to provide 'six points' to the New York DMV and registered a car to ferry me about during my visit.

Yet Elizabeth Webster complained that they didn't accept her passport or Birth Certificate because they were both British.

This is rubbish.

Utterly wonderful stuff for an article complaining about the red tape of New Jersey's MVC, but it's utter rubbish. Total crap. Twaddle. Claptrap. Codswallop.

I have been to three different New Jersey Motor Vehicle Commissions on three separate occasions and while they won't accept a British credit card or bank statement, there has NEVER been any issue in accepting a British passport.

After all, it has a valid stamp issued from the Bureau of Citizenship and Immigration Services and the US Embassy in Grovsner Square, so what's good enough for them is good enough for the MVC, I can assure you.

Elizabeth Webster then goes on to complain about the endless waiting she had to endure at the DMV (has she ever been to a British Post Office? Because I can assure you, the wait time is comparable.) And then has a gall to complain about having to pay a whopping $33 for the experience! That's barely fifteen quid (compared to £48.50 for a British licence.)

In short, her terrible article is nothing more than a bland whine about queueing up in a government office interspersed with what can only be wildly exaggerated claims about the 'troubles' she faced proving her identification.

It's utter rot.

If by some tiny chance her article reflects her true experiences, I can only assure her that this is not the normal practice of the New Jersey Motor Vehicle Commission and she should complain immediately.

Somehow, I don't think that'll happen. My feeling is that Elizabeth Webster was more than happy to exaggerate her experiences for the sake of a good yarn about those 'backwards' Americans.

Updated States of America

Tina and I are doing well over here.

The rainy weather vanished and was replaced by blazing sun and temperatures comfortably in the eighties. New Jersey had never looked prettier, with the crop fields shimmering in the heat and the trees beautifully green.

Yesterday gave the illusion of progress, but in fact Tina and I didn't get that much accomplished. We saw our new apartment, which is in the middle of being gutted and won't be ready for another week or so. It's a lovely little redbrick townhouse opposite a school. The bricks themselves were carted over from New York City at the turn of the 20th century to make this house and the one next to it. With it's slate roof and brick walls, it looks very different from the traditional wooden and Cape Cod houses New Jersey is more famous for.

The apartment is in a quiet residential cul de sac opposite a school. It's a few miles away from the city of New Brunswick, which is delightful.

New Brunswick is actually quite a big place. With lots of modern buildings amongst the old ones, neat little bars and a pretty theatre district, it reminded me a bit of downtown Montreal. I think it's a really nice place to live near and seemed safe and clean (although the News 12 Team reported a cop getting shot there last night.)

Aside from getting to know our surroundings, however, Tina and I were foiled in our attempts to get Driver's Licences and mobile phones... That's today's plan - and involves a trip to slightly less glamorous Staten Island, New York.

One good bit of news is that I have a job interview tomorrow and my brother in law has used his contacts to get my resume in front of some advertising agencies in Manhattan.

Watch this space!

Being back in America is great, if a little disorientating. I can't get over just how many cars there are here. There are cars everywhere. You drive past houses with four, five... six cars parked in the driveway. Considering the speed limit on New Jersey's twisty little roads is a conservative 35 mph, you don't drive so much as shuffle along like a trail of gigantic metal ants.

With brand new babies in their homes, both sets of in laws are very protective and insist on us using anti-bacterial hand lotion and showering before we're near the babies. It's a bit different to how things are in England, when you'll often see women carrying their week old bairns through the supermarkets. Tina and I are being very observant of the rules, though. Perhaps we Brits might think the antiseptic routine is a little excessive, but look what all our clever little European bacteria did to the Native Americans when Columbus washed up on their shores.

They're very small little details, but they serve as a constant reminder than I'm not in Kansas any more. But to be honest? Right now, I couldn't be happier.

More news as and when it happens.