So the story begins on a boring Thursday afternoon, last Thursday to be exact. and I had worked myself in to such a state of anxiety and hyper readiness I was processing everything at lightning speed, but as I have said before i can absorb everything at the time then my brain mass dumps the information as soon as I have calmed down. Perfect for a driver.
Anyway I was ready to shit myself, metaphorically and literally. (I couldn't tell if it was nerves or if the Costa chocolate cooler I had earlier was a bit dodgy). So what felt all too suddenly my instructor pulled up outside and I had to get in. It was go time.
First thing that happened was I got told off for putting my seat belt on, so I had mixed messages, then she ran though a bunch stuff I don't fully remember like blind-spots and safety (good job bridie) then I actually had to sit in the drivers seat and drive (something everyone assured me I wouldn't do on my first lesson) ok so she talked me though each step and I had the wheel, "ok bridie turn right slightly to get on to the road" then I nearly swerved on to the curb, safe to say driving is not like the movies, and she proceeded to grab the wheel and save us all from a one mile an hour crash.
Then after nearly forty panic filled minutes of starting, driving twenty yards and stopping repeatedly at roaring speeds or four mph, doing a whopping one and a half laps around my estate. I couldn't wait to get out of that metal rolling death box and kiss the sweet non moving ground. And do it all over again next week.
