Please take note that I hadn't been driving for a month, and that was the first time I would drive without a driving instructur. Apparently ma wanted to see with her own eyes the food I bought home first before she would consider letting me drive to school. Obviously I was kinda psyched about it. I mean, common, which 18-year-old wouldn't wanna drive alone? It was like a chance to show off or prove one's worth or something VERY good for the ego. And it was a chance for me to prove that the rumours about me being very bad at driving were exaggerated. A little.
It felt so good to be climbing on the huge monstrosity and to settle back on the driver's seat, adjusting everything like a pro. Then, things started going wrong. You see, pa had parked the car in a very err interesting way to get back at my neighbour (long story). Well, obviously I wasn't as pro as my father and the stupid car got stuck. Everywhere I turn, the wheels refused to budge somehow. *seethes* So there I was, my ego taking a sharp dive, stuck in front of my house, without even moving an inch.
I was stuck there so long, ma finally noticed that something was amiss. So, she got downstairs and out of the house and helped me reverse the idiot into position, shaking her head and rolling her eyes all the while. So I cheered up a little and settled back into the seat again, and sent ma back into the house.
And then, the car stubbornly refused to move forward. I restarted the car, reversed the car a little again and did everything even remotely likely to try to bring the car forward. And the car still rebeled against me! So there I was, stuck in front of my house, again. And ma came out ranting bout how I couldn't even drive, and noticed at once that I've went into the wrong gear. Sigh.
Things were smooth afterwards. In fact, things were so smooth I was impressed by myself. *proud* I parked in front of my uncle's house, safe and unharmed, beaming like a smug torchlight. My parking was very slanted, but I THINK my parents park it this way too. *wishful thinking* Grandma was very proud of me though. :D
So I bought grandma and myself food. Btw, do you know that if I'm alone, the aunty charges RM4 per person, if I'm with my mother, the aunty charges RM3 per person, and just now, when I was there with my grandma, I was only charged RM2 for each of us? Just saying. *shrugs*
It was time for my grand finale, so I climbed up the car with my grandma looking at me with adoring eyes, and I couldn't turn the stupid key! There I was, turning and pressing with all I might, in vain. I held on to my ego and refused to ask for help, but finally my aunt came out, and all she did was shake the steering wheel for a few times and voila! The engine purred into life. My cheeks didn't fail me and refused to burn, and I graciously thanked my aunt and drove away, and all was well again. I didn't even get honked! (Yes it's a very important fact.)
When I returned home, my parking was, oh well, horrible again, so I thought that I could perhaps adjust the car a little so I wouldn't look so much like a loser. But, I couldn't release the handbrake at all! No matter how hard I pulled, it defiantly ignored me, so I just gave up and jumped off the car, feeling very accomplished.
Things were different at night though. My father wanted to see me drive, so I thought that I'd made enough stupid mistakes this afternoon to not repeat them tonight. Oh boy was I wrong. Well, to be fair, I didn't repeat the aforesaid stupid mistakes, but I sure felt stupid.
I've always heard tales of how fathers are very nervous when their daughters drive, and my father vowed never to teach me drive because he was sure it would trigger his heart attack. I can totally relate to those daughters now, and I'm pretty sure my father would love to talk to their fathers about how much I suck too.
Well, for starters, I went slowly because I knew that my father would freak if I drove fast, but he pointed out that if I went any slower, the car would come to a complete stop and some poor guy would crash into us. So I speeded up, and he told me to slow down again. And then, he kept pointing out that I was about to crash into something, how I was in the wrong lane. And when it came to praking, oh boy, he swore that cold sweat was running down his back, making me sound like a monster or something.
In general, everything I did wasn't right, and he kept yelling in my ears, and when he yelled, I'd freak and stop whatever I was doing, which made him yell even more. He was so jumpy he made me jumpy, and I got so nervous I became a mechanical robot or something, only doing things when he told me to, so yea, I must've looked like a fool. He openly wondered if I've learnt anything at all from my driving instructor, but common! I passed the test didn't I? *pouts* When we reached home, he said shakily, 'Oh my heart attack,' which didn't make me feel bad at all. :)
I have a feeling that I would be kept away from the car for some time until he recovers from this nightmare.
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