I believe I can speak for everyone when I say that a trip to the Motor Vehicle is never a pleasant one. The long waits in line are pretty much universal to any one I’ve ever been to. Ever since I moved to Nashville I have been dreading the day for me to transfer my Delaware drivers license and registration to Tennessee- or shall I say “The Volunteer State”. When that day finally came every reason I despised trips to the “Motor V” were tested. First of all I come from a pretty small state, we have only THREE counties. In my county we have only ONE department of transportation. Kind of a one stop shop, if you will. You go there to get your license, renew registration, inspect your vehicle and to do pretty much everything that needs to be done to drive legally. Even though I hated going…
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