On learning to drive (and stressing out your supervising driver)

17 February, 2009

I've finally gotten my groove on (Fitty-cent grunt: ungh) and gotten around to driving--more than a year after getting my Ls. Read that as: needed identification for the Med. exam thing (Jesus, I can't even remember what it's called now...o_o;; M-something?) and hurried off to Camberwell to take the test without even reading the driver's manual.

I should be arrested or something.

Stressed out during the test and almost flunked it. But passed, instead.

Now I'm a road hazard. ;D

So my RACV coach is awesome and Eastern European (extra points in my book) and I make his feet scramble for the secondary brakes when I make one of my hasty turns--I have to thank Dad for that nasty habit: Slow down? Whaddyamean slow down when turning?

Poor Mum, though. When she takes me out, I bet she wished that we had passenger-side breaks. For the first and (I swear by my firstborn) last time, I ran over the curb when we were going through a roundabout. It was all because I was trying to listening to Mum, who wasn't saying anything useful (Keep left! Don't drive on to the curb! DON'T DRIVE ONTO THE CURB!!) and there was a car tail-gating me. ;__;


Anyway, I see myself being able to drive as being a first step in:

• going paintballing in Echuca (5 hour drive--woo!)
• roadtrip!
• getting myself onto the path of being a motorcycle driver

Yeah man. Wild and wonderful dreams. Ungh.