My driving test today and a pass. Phew, I wasn't sure at one point as my grumpy and rather large driving adjudicator shouted at me twice, once for slowing down as I approached something lying in the road, "Keep going,"
he yelled and then once to "get over,"
as I drove steadily, with hands at ten to two along the middle of a narrow road.
Passing my test (the first time) way back 24 years ago was one of my finest achievements, what a feeling of complete elation that was. My 2nd driving test in Chicago was frankly a bit of a farce driving around a car park and having to park in a diagonal spot 12 feet wide. Plus, obviously the girl did fancy me!
I'd already done my written test, a multiple choice quiz taken from a book that looked very similar to the one I used in 1988. Today however was more stressful than it should have been, heightened by the fact we were later this evening going to pick up our new car. I desperately wanted to drive it home. I did.
I love our new little motor. White, shiny, small and ooh smelly only like a new car can. Might go for a midnight drive later but first of all the first American election contest debate live on the box.