Sean Moore
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June 11:40
D-Day: The start of my driving life
After what seems like a lifetime of gentle persuasion, careful hint-dropping and obvious nattering from friends and family alike, I have finally given in and started driving lessons.So far, so good. The instructor seems nice enough, although his collection of mirrors is a little off-putting. After my first hour's lesson I am happy to report that I have managed to avoid hitting anyone or anything, save for the kerb a couple of times. And that was while parking (parking is probably an exaggeration – I gradually came to a stop shortly after being asked, somewhere near the side of the road), not while driving.
Most intimidating part so far: roundabouts. I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't have been on a roundabout within the first half hour of my life's driving experience. The instructor seemed to agree, but argued that it was quiet and therefore safe to proceed. This was true – the roundabout was empty, there wasn't a car in sight. Not until I was half way across, when at least 12 appeared from all directions, I hit the gas, clutch, brake and passenger eject pedals simultaneously, hurtled towards somebody's hedge, then thankfully regained control and exited the roundabout, managing to dodge an oncoming pensioner. Why anyone would become a driving instructor is beyond me, but driving itself does seem to be quite fun.
Today's stall count: 3.
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