Behind the Wheel

To say I suspect that this will be the first of many such posts would be woefully dishonest. I KNOW that I will be writing a lot about my experiences as a student driver. But first to get me in the right mood, a little Depeche Mode plays as I type this out, "Oh little girl, there are times when I feel I'd rather not be, the one behind the wheel." I have to convince myself that he's not singing to me. As I ungracefully drove in the centre of my neighbourhood road yesterday morning, it was clear that I was the one who would rather not be behind the wheel.

With Mr. Unfazed as my makeshift teacher and spur of the moment instructions spewing out, "Signal Left! Signal Right, Steer!" it would have been funny if not for the fact that this wasn't a simulation but real life with real people. Yesterday's faux-pas not only included centre lane driving but also the whiplash inducing stop. I wasn't deterred though. I got back in the car today. I'm still dealing with the fear though. The fear of hitting something and god forbid, hitting someone.

Mr. Unfazed tells me the fear is normal but that I need to work on my confidence as the fear could cause me to actually do something that I don't want to do. I'm told that in spite of my trepidation, I did better today.

My sights are still focused ahead which is good. I still have driver's in-class theory lessons to attend and road lessons ahead, I'll be OK. More than OK. ;)