Sunday, 3 June 2012
Driving Lesson Numero Uno...
As some of you will be aware, one of my biggest resolutions this year was to learn to drive. Yesterday morning, I finally got behind the wheel and took my very first driving lesson. Yup, there's a walrus on crack on the roads. Watch out world.
I was debating whether or not to blog about my driving lessons. After all, I'm pretty sure that most of you probably acquired this skill about 82839901301 years ago, and don't particularly care about my pursuit to get on the road and drive around naked, waving joyfully at pedestrian folk. I have however decided, that every so often, I shall write a short/sweet little something about how I'm getting along, mainly so that I can look back and reminisce about the hilarity that is me, trying to learn a practical skill, but also so that I can look back and reminisce about how learning said practical skill changed my life. I absolutely cannot wait to have even more independence, and to know that all of the beautiful, intricate, tree-lined roads that wind around the stunning British countryside, are mine for the travelling. Sob. Tissue, anyone?!
All in all, my first lesson was a resounding success. Yes, I let out some kind of awkward, manly scream, every time I saw another vehicle, even if it was parked, and yes, I stalled once or twice, but the point is folks, that I sat in the driver's seat of a vehicle, and I got it moving. I steered, and I turned left and right, and I stopped at junctions, and I pulled in and out of the roadside, and I even approached speeds of a whopping 23mph. I appreciate this sounds utterly ridiculously awful to the majority of you, but those that know me well will know that multi-tasking really isn't my forte. I am, after all, the same girl that can barely have a conversation without getting fully distracted by that 'pretty little birdie over there', so for this, I'm proud of myself, and I can't wait for my next lesson. And to stop being scared of stationary vehicles.
Finally, I am overwhelmed with joy that I don't fancy my driving instructor. He's lovely and all, but luckily, he's old enough to be my father. The last thing I needed was a 'woooooops, I thought that was the gearstick...' kind of situation. Wink.