Truck Driving for me. It’ll feel cool for probably a half-hour for me, to be driving something big. Until my worry of having to meet things in timely manners start kicking in and my anxiety to make sure information going all directions are right enough for easy deliveries.
Not to mention, how stupid easy it probably is for a eighteen wheeler truck to topple over in bad weather.
You absolutely don’t have to know a lot, and cheating is what you do when you don’t know.
Also, “perfect”? Add more alcohol and 90% of people will be happy. Source: memories from the nineties.