Before we get into the details here, I should provide some background:
I received my learner's permit at seventeen, because I'm lazy like that. I wasn't terribly eager to get behind the wheel of a 'moving weapon'.
Especially not with the 'pencil through your head' visual the D&A test provides.
Anyway, I had been taking lessons from my mother. Only on the back roads, only at around 15 mph. Any faster, and she would start panicking.
One day, I was feeling particularly confident in my parking abilities (Don't ask me why), and decided to 'coast' into a parking place by my mother's office building. Except as I decided to do this, my mother began screaming about stopping, and I slammed on the brake.
...Except, it wasn't the brake.
I wound up accelerating into the wall of the building.
Fortunately, there weren't any serious injuries, but the teasing went on all day, and according to my mother, I had nearly killed Katy, whose desk was just behind that wall.
I hadn't driven since, until yesterday.
At the beginning, he had me pull a three-point turn out of street, and we drove around the neighborhood for a bit before leaving.
Long story short?
He got me going 60 on the highway, and commenting on how slow it felt.
Slow.
At 60.
I was terrified of hitting twenty before I got in the car with this man.
Suddenly, I think that maybe driving won't be such a horror story for me. I enjoyed the lesson, and am looking forward to next weekend's.
Anyone else have a nice beginner's story, so I don't feel like as much of a headcase?
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