Learning to drive

I have recently started my drivng lessons, and im findind already i hate driving more and more

There a comes a time when every little child has to grow up, when toys need to put into the container they came from. When every young teenager must learn to fend for his or her self in the wide world. No one will be cooking and cleaning up after them for ever after all, or atleast hopefully not. Well me personally i started that journey by satisifing the need to get around, i say satisifing but that might be pushign it a little cause im still in the stalling on start up phases.

 

Ive sucsessfully managed to nearly run over a police man on a bike, nearly go into the back of 3 cars while pulling away from a parking space, run over the kerb twice and nearly go into the kerb and possibly nearly avoided some pretty dangerous accidents all prevented by my instructors duplicate pedels. Oh and not to forget ive also drove on the wrong side of the road to add to a long list of my misguided driving tatics.

 

Day one seemed easy enough , adjust the seat ,everything as it should get comfortable and strap on your seat belt. Simplez. You would think, but even at this point i hit a snag , the snag of the forever curling seat belt. My instructor was very obsessive abou this and after about 10minutes of listning to him go on about how to make sure a seat belt dosent curl i finally managed to jam the damn thing in there without it all twisting up making me having to unclip it again. Then the actual movement started nothing specifically difficult at first , start the car and move it forward hardly brain surgery you say. Well to be perfectly frank if there are police and bikes around it may aswell be for my little brain gets overloaded very quickly and the not so fast police man truddeling ever slower past my window didnt strike me as something i was meant to avoid. Funnily enough he just laughed at me, wobbled a little on his bike and trotted on his way smiling to himself about some snide joke about having to arrest me at some point in the future for attack policemen on bikes. After that first hiccup all decided to slot into place or so i thought , but i did ignore the fact that not all of the lessons would just be moving a car down a road, altho i was getting rather good at that parking it perfectly close to the kerb , straight, wheels straight, hand break clutch. Exucsign the stupid amount of stalling as i struggled to come to terms with that sneaky little clutch i didnt do to badly. MSM routine now deeply buried in my head i went home happy and content.

 

Day two another day where everything seemed to go as planned more pulling out , rolling down the road and pulling in simples. And that day it actual was simple, bit of a breeze ot make sure i had it all planned and latched onto.

 

Day three my instructor drops in the T word and you see me go nice and pale. The T word being turns nothing rude or un called for.after beginning to learn to turn and finding out i do actually have to turn the wheel it wont just rotate as i look down the road we began to get somewhere. The wrong side of the road actually, proberly not the somewhere i was quite meant to be, but the somewhere i ended up nevertheless. To the harsh voice of my instructer and unpleased faces given to me by other road users i could tell it wasnt the best turn in the world but i still had time to learn this after all was the first time id ever driven anythign that goes faster than i can run. i.e anything but feet , round a corner at all. Yes ive ridden a bike i remembered that after anyway where was i. Oh yes the dreaded turning. It was that day i spent going round and round and round and round in circles my crossing arms closely watched by my instructor who repeatadly told me not to cross my arms but i still countinued to do it, at which point he pulled a plant stand. You kno those little plate , dish things that pots sit on to catch the water that falls out the holes at the botttom. And he made me sit tehre in the care and move a little plastic dish around until i could or so it seemed sucsesfully pass it from hand to hand without crossing my arms and making strange little panic noises which he had heard all to much of at this point.

 

Day four the dreaded right turn. The turn i have now decided i will never do, on the road. Yes i will just take three lefts instead of one right i think its a perfect solution to a stupid amount of hassel alot of fear and my frequent moments of omfg im going to die panic. The idea of crossing moving traffic isnt something that appeals to me and i dont really think it ever will its just not injoyable. Eventually after alot of coaxing he got me to take rights instead of lefts which im still not happy about and still have me jittering in my seat about.

But see hte days from then on melded into one long day, because i cudent quite seperate it do to the mental scar forming over my mind due to the sheer terror that U turns and T junctions have placed me. Its like some sorta frendly coma to whihc i smile at him adn say yes lets do this despite inside pissing myself with the sheer fear of taking of the bumper of every car on the street and then just for good measure going up in flames. So all in all driving the first step on the ladder of freedom.

A need to get around.. hmm dosent look like something ill be able to be doing anytime soon. Looks like i have a lot more sitting behind that wheel to do before i ever get round ot somethng more than this flimsy little provisonal with my prison row photograph plastered across it.

Author's Note

im a twat it was hialrious

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

Ha, funny! Oh I can just imagine how I'll do with driving considering I can barely walk without tripping over my feet. Cute story, a few grammatical errors but still great job with the humor. :) Keep writing!

[Kaylee Andurs]

This was fun! Really injoyed it.
I remember how hard it was to turn. I learned on a clutch and my mom's car was old so I had to keep one foot on the brake and the gas and the clutch at the sametime. If I didn't it would die on me. Then I would have to start the car. It always happened in the middle of an intersection with tons of traffic. : )

I didn't know if you did this just for fun or if you wanted errors corrected. I would watch for spelling and just typing errors.

when toys need to (be) put into the container they came from.

satisifing but that might be pushign (sp) it a little cause im still in the stalling on start up phases

My instructor was very obsessive abou(t) this and

10 (space0 minutes of list(e)ning to him go on about how to make sure a seat belt dosent

twisting up making me having to unclip it again

The T word being turns nothing rude or un(remove space)called for.after beginning to learn to turn and finding out i do actually have to turn the wheel it wont just rotate as i look down the road we began to get somewhere.

bit of a breeze ot (to) make sure i had it all planned and latched onto.