So, right. I'm 38. And Tomorrow I take a driving test. It's my 3rd test.
I took test 1 and test 2 back in 1989 and made such an utter balls up it's unreal racking up 7 major faults in test 1 and an astonishing 12 in test 2. I was surprised the examiner didn't just ask me to get out and walk back for my results.
My driving was awful then though and I had a bad teacher.
I also had to contend with my father, the perfect driver, a mechanic who knows everything about cars. Who passed first time with no faults and had a black belt at Judo.
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So fast forward 20 years >> My dad drives in bus lanes, cuts cars up, the works. It turns out that the Black Belt was Green and my father has a habit of "exaggerating". To top it off Mrs Max's Daewoo seems to have confounded his mechanic skills on many occasions. Mrs Max hates being a passenger with him.
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All of which is just context; really I've learned over the last few years of the best part of 20 studiously avoiding driving that my invincible dad with his very long shadow isn't quite so intimidating any more.
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That and my driving's much better. Seriously I pride myself that my current instructor could sit and drink a takeaway Starbucks coffee without risk of getting it all over the place.
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I can do this. I will do this. I've been test standard a while now and I am ready to be a driver.
I just had to get that off my chest. Tomorrow is kinda important for me. It's a really big deal. And it's about more than a simple driving Licence.
I took test 1 and test 2 back in 1989 and made such an utter balls up it's unreal racking up 7 major faults in test 1 and an astonishing 12 in test 2. I was surprised the examiner didn't just ask me to get out and walk back for my results.
My driving was awful then though and I had a bad teacher.
I also had to contend with my father, the perfect driver, a mechanic who knows everything about cars. Who passed first time with no faults and had a black belt at Judo.
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So fast forward 20 years >> My dad drives in bus lanes, cuts cars up, the works. It turns out that the Black Belt was Green and my father has a habit of "exaggerating". To top it off Mrs Max's Daewoo seems to have confounded his mechanic skills on many occasions. Mrs Max hates being a passenger with him.
----
All of which is just context; really I've learned over the last few years of the best part of 20 studiously avoiding driving that my invincible dad with his very long shadow isn't quite so intimidating any more.
--
That and my driving's much better. Seriously I pride myself that my current instructor could sit and drink a takeaway Starbucks coffee without risk of getting it all over the place.
---
I can do this. I will do this. I've been test standard a while now and I am ready to be a driver.
I just had to get that off my chest. Tomorrow is kinda important for me. It's a really big deal. And it's about more than a simple driving Licence.
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