A place where my comfort is preventing me from learning

This journal entry has thinking, and I've realized that the majority of this project is in the comfort zone and very few aspects of restoring this bike have made me uncomfortable. The only part that has pushed my comfort zone so far has been the multiple trips to the DMV (most of which have been a waste of time). It's not that I feel out of place or intimidated while in the DMV, It's the atmosphere that makes me feel uncomfortable  The attitudes are hostile and I feel like I'm constantly being glared at by the clerk, or some other suspicious looking fella who is struggling to fill out the Sudoku puzzles the DMV calls "standard forms". Regardless of how uncomfortable I am there, or how much I will learn by going, the DMV definitely pushes my comfort zone.