Yours Transport Pages

I had my driving lesson three years ago, but what transpired then is still vivid to me.

My mother was to get me my first car for my coming birthday, and it was just a few weeks away, so I had to get my driving lessons before that.

So first thing's first, I went to a driving school I checked on the newspaper and applied for its lesson. Since I was in a hurry to learn the course, I immediately booked for the next day's first session.

My instructor was a middle-aged guy, and the car he brought for our first lesson was a battered Toyota Corolla. I really did not mind, I was more focused on learning the course. First thing he taught me was the uses of the signals, etc. And after his 10-minute lecture, he told me to take the driver's seat. So I did as I was told. Once seated, he told me to turn on the ignition key, and drive the car. I was shocked! Itis my first time in the wheel, and I'll be made to drive,are you crazy? I did nottell him that though, he was such a nice man. Reading my confusion, he told me that unlike other schools, they always givepractical teston the first day of the course.

So, I obligingly followed what he said, and started the car. At the back of my mind, however, I was praying it would not be the end of me. Fortunately, I was able to cross the intersection ahead without bumping another car or anyone nearby. Phew!

The next day was another story. I had another instructor, who, this time, of all the driving instructors,was a lunatic.After hearing my brief narration of what I learned the other day, he then let me drive the car to a busy street. For my second-day practical test! I was so tense, I could barely breathe.He however brought another car, a Honda Civic automatic, which he told me was designed for women. About thirty minutes into the lesson, the car "for women" had a flat tire, in the middle of the road! I was so humiliated.

So, the next day, the last day of my lesson, I specifically asked the one in charge to give me back my old instructor, the one I had on my first day, and his battered Corolla. The heck if it was not "for women," at least I felt safe in it.

The last day'spractical test, with my old instructor and his car, went on smoothly. I could say that I owe my driving skills to him. Not only because he was an expert, that even if he closes his eyes he can still direct me properly, but also due to the fact that he treated me nicely, making learning with him so easy and interesting.