I have decided that I have learnt to drive when two conditions are met:
- I have gotten my P(rovisional) plates.
- I can drive for at least one hour along familiar routes by myself without feeling distressed.
Why I’m Doing This
It’s useful. And because my mother never wanted me to (long story short, she expected me to be her slave for the rest of her life – HA!). I’ve had my Learner license for over two years, but I haven’t learnt to drive yet. Well, I had three lessons about two years ago. The driving instructor stuck me in the car, told me “Drive,” and then stuck his hand on my knee often enough that I knew it wasn’t an accident.
How I’m Going To Go About This
Let’s make this clear – I don’t trust cars. They are big, lumpy and fast, and I have no idea how they work. I need more of a theoretical knowledge than most people. I need to know what to do in situations like the brakes failing, or what do I do if I see someone about to collide with me. So I’ll just have to pepper my fiance with questions as we go along. He will be my primary driving instructor. By law, I have to do ten hours of lessons with a “qualified” instructor. I am not looking forward to that, but hopefully we can find a non-perverted one. Either that, or I’ll have my fiance sit in the back seat.
