Finally, I managed to book a driving lesson for myself. After much faffing and procrastinating I took the plunge. I had all kinds of great plans for researching the best driving instructor company and checking their pass rates etc, but in the end so much time had gone by that I just booked the first one that came up in my online search!
So yesterday I got behind the wheel of a car. I assumed that I would be filled with trepidation and nerves but on the day I was so busy and distracted that I just wanted to get on with it so that I could get on with the next thing I had on my very long list of things to do. Distraction is my weak spot, it happens so easily!
Actually, in this instance it probably helped me as I didn't feel nervous at all… until I was actually behind the wheel and the car started moving that is, and I suddenly realised that I was responsible for this big heavy machine with a powerful motor in it.
My driving instructor was called Lee, and quite obviously at least 10 years younger than me. Not that I have a problem with anyone being younger than me, but you know what its like when you are feeling vulnerable, the last thing you want is some young whippersnapper telling you what to do. As it turned out Lee was a really nice bloke and took everything in his stride.
First, we covered the basics. I learned how to prepare the car and do my observations, how to pull away from the kerb, drive off safely, change gears….etc. Hey, I can do this, I thought. All was going well at this point until the instructor casually asked me to pull over.
I had a moment of controlled panic because he hadn't actually explained how to pull over, or maybe he had and I was thinking about my dinner at the time (I hadn't eaten since breakfast, hours before). You see, easily distracted, its always getting me in trouble!
I started to panic about pulling over. I know it seems a ridiculous thing to say because what's really involved in pulling over to the side of the road, I mean I knew where the brake was and how to use it but I think I got a bit distracted (there it is again) thinking how great I was with my driving ability and didn't realise I was going to have safely come to a stop at some point.
All I can say is that it was a good job we were both wearing our seatbelts! The poor kerb on the other hand bore the brunt of my first attempt at parking and the wheel of the car groaned in annoyance as well.
Still, I did it and I am glad I did it. I have been putting it off for weeks. Besides it can't have been that bad, I have asked another two hour lesson for next week! (Assuming I don't get distracted and forget that I've booked it that is.)
Watch this space.