It was a college friend’s dad who taught me how to drive. I was at their house all the time, and one morning he came out and threw me the car keys, asking me to drive up to the market to get some things for breakfast.
I threw them back saying I didn’t have a license. That was not acceptable. Once a weekend we went out, initially for only a few minutes, and later for longer and longer excursions.
It was hard! I am not a natural at this at all. The level of responsibility weighed heavily me – the fact that I could hurt someone or cause major property damage scared me. Plus, I wasn’t allowed to make squealing sound effects when I took a corner too hard, AND I had to keep my hands on the wheel, even at intersections! I remember the first time I successfully made a left-hand turn and ended up in the lane I was aiming for, I was so happy I started to clap. He grabbed the wheel and let me know that the examiner wouldn’t appreciate the look of shock on my face when things went right.
Even after receiving my license, I didn’t have a car, so I didn’t get to practice the skills for a couple years.
My first time driving alone was in a rental car, on ice, with roundabouts. Talk about trial by fire! I didn’t crash and I didn’t hit anything; therefore, it was a success.
I know I’m not the best driver in the world, but I’m also not the worst.
About a month ago I accidently cut this guy off. I was sure I had plenty of distance to make the lane change. He thought otherwise. He spent the next half mile inches off my rear bumper, high beams on, constantly on the horn. I was in the slow lane with no shoulder. What exactly did he want me to do? To top it off, he didn’t even want that lane! He suddenly flew across three lanes of very heavy traffic to get to the fast lane, where he rode someone else’s bumper. I simply don’t understand that mindset.
What is one of your most memorable learning to drive stories? Am I alone in being in college when getting my license? What did that driver expect me to do?