Sunday, February 21, 2010

My first driving lesson

It seems like I always been a little 'afraid to drive. Now do not get me wrong, I'm not one of the rare scientist who opposes the technology in all its forms. On the contrary, I want to be led by air-conditioned comfort of a car very well. I have no problem with it. If the thought of my driving scares me really. So you can imagine what a nightmare my driving lesson.

Like all boys, I took drivers education to learn,the drive to obtain the license. In the riding position is one of the pillars of independence and I think I made my own right wing would be developed? Well, not exactly so, as the search for my unbelief. I was never really my first driving lesson first was a disaster.

E 'started badly as frozen in the driver's seat and got the letter. I must emphasize at this point that the teacher has allowed methe duration of the driving lesson was not very impressive. It seemed as if love is a kind of complete idiots, and it was not very reassuring. My first driving lesson began as badly as I could. I do not know why, and what I was so tense. Maybe my lack of experience is suddenly visible. Well, what would be my first driving lesson has not started worse.

So it was for the guidance of a number of lessons. I do not know.After giving everyone, not just the driver's licenses for opening a car door e. In each driving lesson, the best of my knowledge, is really to drive or take the car to move at least a few millimeters in terms of distance to be taken into consideration for the note. I could not do that either. It 'was bad.

Driving lessons are apparently not for me. I think it was five years after the disastrous first driving lessongathered the courage to attend a driving course for adults. I, fortunately, was the youngest. But this is small consolation is that the only people on immigration, or peasants, both of which had never seen a car in the first place it was! Who would have thought that driving can be so difficult. Oh, yes, my mistake.

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