I recently had my very first driving lesson. It lasted half an hour because I don't think my mother's heart would have taken a lot longer.
I thought I was very good to begin with. I remembered all the good stuff. I remembered to take my Learner License with me, and the L Plates. And I wore comfortable shoes.
Mum drove the car up to a nice flat road that is known in our area for having pretty much no houses or traffic in it, and it would be a good, safe place to learn to drive.
Unfortunately the word must have got around about it being a nice quiet safe place because when we got up there there must've been two cyclists, about three joggers, a power walker, a lady with a pram, and two young kids out for a walk, one with two dogs, all wanting to go in different directions.
There were no cars though, except me.
I wanted to growl a lot at them all except those dogs looked pretty scary, so Mum decided to drive me down the road to this Oval, where there are two parking lots, which should be nice to drive around in. The Oval is barely used. The top parking lot is for people who use the grass area (soccer, rugby) and the bottom for the tennis courts.
We got there and the top park area was packed. Hmmm. Why oh why do people choose to have soccer matches on days Learner's wish to learn to drive?
So Mum carefully drove down the laneway to the bottom lot, where the tennis courts were. Luckily this was a bit emptier, and there were some people leaving (maybe because they saw me).
Soon the lot was empty except for two other cars (both Red P-platers)
So I had my first lesson.
I hurried out and put the Ls on, and then tried to look very professional as I adjusted the rear view mirror and the side vision mirrors, though the truth was, I couldn't tell much what I was supposed to be seeing out of them. It was rather cool to squint at them and saying "Hmmm yes I think that's better" though.
Then I turned on the ignition (Whoa!)
One thing they don't tell you much is that the car starts moving even before you hit the accelerator. It just starts rolling, silly thing.
Also, when you touch the brake or the accelerator, you just touch it a bit and you feel like you are being thrown around like an earthquake hit you. This machine had attitude!
And what is it about driving that you think you're quite parallel to the side of something but actually you're about 35 degrees out? It seems a very easy thing to do.
However, soon I felt I had got the hang of the jolting thing. I think I learned lots.
I had twisted, turned, reversed and driven all over the parking lot, until Mum made some excuse to go home.
She looked rather green.
I bet it was envy.