a love letter to the RTA

This week, I had to renew my drivers licence, register Rene, and get a parking permit because I am special.

Now, in previous years this would have meant hours of waiting, and since I was missing my renewal papers, multiple trips to the RTA, as well as a trip to the insurance company, and at least one trip to the mechanic.

This year, we popped in once to pick up paperwork for the car, and a Mobility Parking Scheme application form. My wonderful father also picked one up from his RTA and had it signed by the quack, bless him. Then I realised I had to renew my licence too.

The next day, I paid the greenslip over the phone (lost paperwork was no problem), I rang the mechanic who had time right away, Mark took the car up the hill (about 200m), and came back within 30 minutes with the carl already registered – the mechanic let us use his internets to complete the process. Mark drove home, put the sticker on the car, and we were done.

This morning, I took the cripple paperwork to the RTA, and had a mobility permit and a new licence (both utterly appalling pictures of me, but you get that) within about 20mins.

Very impressed. A few years ago, you practically had to take a day off work to get the car registered. I love the internets 🙂

* BTW, I don’t intend to abuse my mobility parking permit, but for days like today, when I was able to drive to right outside the shopping arcade, and then park in a space that was wide enough so that I could swing my legs out of the car and put the boot on, it literally made the difference between enjoying some time out with my peeps, and staying at home. Again.