'P' Driver: Terror Rides...

My eldest has passed in her driving test, got herself her probationary driving license and all of us were taken for a terror ride. In my life, I only allow a few people to fetch me around. Being a fast driver, I feel completely safe driving myself around but when others drive me around, I will squirm in the seat and scream my lungs out. A couple of Saturdays back, my eldest offered to drive me to the nearest Tesco to get me a few things that I needed for the kitchen. I gladly handed her the keys and I chose to sit at the back. I have always have this thought that if I were to sit behind, I wouldn't die that fast. Pork volunteered to sit in front. 

By the time we turned out of the junction, there was a huge bump and my eldest just stepped on the gas pedal as if the bump ceased to exist. I was screaming for her to slow down and due to her incompetence to estimate the distance and the meaning of slowing down, we flew through the bump and came to a sudden halt as she hit the brake. And my heart just went on a bungee jump down the legs. I was about to puke and we were just a few metres out of the house. It was a safe journey from then until we reached Tesco and she created a traffic jam when she couldn't turn into the parking lot. There were two parking lots available, one required her to drive in head-on and the other lot required the reverse parking skill. She has neither the skills and since impatient drivers were honking, I asked her to get down and I took over the wheels. I was glad we reached Tesco in one piece.

The journey back home was even more horrifying. The vehicle almost flipped when she turned into the housing area and almost drove straight up into the road divider. I screamed my lungs out and I was glad she was able to straighten the vehicle instead of crashing into the divider. Pork and I stepped out of the vehicle with ashen faces. 

The next day, I was lenient enough to let her drive me from the centre of town and heading south. Usually I would be flying through the coastal road but since we left the house earlier, she was given a chance to drive with ME sitting in front, coaching her. To the driving schools out there, all the instructors did a poor job. No wonder there are so many accidents involving new drivers. I proved to be a better instructor. I thought her how to change into the correct gear, when to step on the clutch, when to change down WITHOUT stepping on the clutch and how to step on the gas pedal and release the clutch without making the car hopping like a sick kangaroo. 

I was barking in so many orders but I think she learned more from me in half an hour compared to her few driving lessons which comprised of driving in quiet highway without much traffic. Those who need refreshment courses on driving, come and see me... with your own car... but I'm having second thoughts now. I wouldn't want to risk my life... I would rather drive myself... hehehehehe