little driver

As soon as I finished the SPM exam, I followed the brigade to learn to drive. There are very few adults around who can't drive, and I didn't have the idea of not wanting to learn to drive, even though I am a person who is very afraid of cars.

I signed up for manual transmission. When I first started driving, it was obvious that I was out of my comfort zone because I was really uncomfortable. I am looking for a female teacher. I have always liked female teachers and I am more comfortable. The teacher's teaching method is a bit crammed but it's okay, but I have a problem. Whenever it was the day before I learned to drive, I would feel uneasy, and I would keep a long diary because I felt pressured. No one forced me, but I felt forced and a little unwilling, but I couldn't find a reason to back down, so I could only move on.

Car test. I got a yellow line because of side parking, and I didn't pass the test. Later, I gave the coffee money and got my driver's license. Bribery is not good, but I choose bribes because I am not confident that I will pass the exam next time, and I just want to end this nightmare quickly. But on the way out, I have passed the border, and I am not so bad at driving.

Then I tried driving a few times, sometimes with my dad next to me, sometimes with my second brother, sometimes with my neighbor (we went to have breakfast). I drive a car two years older than me with a manual transmission. As long as I go out, I have to go out from a T-junction, and the exit is inclined. I feel nervous when I reach that intersection. I am afraid that my clutch will not be pressed properly, and the car will die.

Actually I didn't die after getting my driver's license, but I was just terrified. After driving a few times, I stopped driving, only occasionally driving an automatic. I don't have any desire to go out, plus I'm a luna, so I'm very passive. Occasionally, when I want to go out, my parents and brother will pick me up whenever they are free, and sometimes they will pick me up when they meet well-meaning friends.

Before going to school, I also chose a place with a dormitory to work part-time, saving the inconvenience of transportation.

Not long after, I went to college, and the traffic there is inconvenient. I occasionally called Grab, and occasionally asked my friends to help me with it. I often ride bicycles and walks. Three years have passed, and I still have no idea about driving. and unpowered.

My family didn't force me to drive. My mother said that I will learn after I work, and I will learn if I am forced (meaning there is no reason to force me to learn now, hahaha). My second brother is saying that I only drive a few times when I come back from college vacation every half a year. If I learn it, it means I haven't learned it, and I worry about it. Why bother?

There seems to be no one around me who has a driver's license like me, but still refuses to drive. How can everyone be so brave, they put what they have learned into practice as soon as they get their driver's license.

A few months back home this time, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis and felt that I had to be able to drive. The first reason is that I saw my dad suddenly getting old and thought that if he can't drive, at least I will. The second reason is that I finally found in my conscience that if I drive more fuel-efficiently, I don’t have to trouble my family to go back and forth.

I can still see the way my father was scolding in my co-pilot before, and my heart could not help trembling. Just imagining it made me cry. I'm so afraid that my dad keeps scolding me for driving bad cars again. His temper is very short-tempered (mine is also very short-tempered, but we didn't take the blame right, I secretly hide and cry every time), I'm stressed, I don't like it, naturally excluded.

I even wanted to contact the master who taught me to drive back then. Later, I still asked my father to accompany me to drive, and if it was bad, I would go to the master.

Unexpectedly, my dad suddenly became very kind, and I was stunned. Maybe it's rare for me to go home, he wants to be nice to me, or maybe he thinks that I have finally proposed to learn to drive, and if it's too aggressive, I will withdraw.

I drove a few times, all with automatic transmission, and it went well, but I still dare not drive out alone, I have no confidence, and I have no plans to do so at the moment.

My dad used to say that as long as you can drive the old manual car at home, you can drive anything.

It may be a slap in the face, but I don't want to drive that old car, I just want to get to my destination safely, even with an automatic, I think enough is enough. People who don't know how to cook are lucky as long as they don't blow up the kitchen, and they don't care what kind of pot they use.

One time when reversing, I mistook the accelerator for the brake, and I almost, really almost hit a pillar, and I hit the brake just in time. Although it didn't cause a catastrophe, I still cried.

When I told my second brother about it (because I was driving his car), he didn't make a fuss. He said, if it is broken, it will be repaired. Then he said that he had done this before. I know he is comforting me. I don't think he is a person who likes to drive, but he has to drive to work.

Being forced to grow up is probably what it is all about.

I drive a lot more often than before, which is a breakthrough. I'm still a lunatic. Road madness and unfamiliarity with driving, both of which make me not want to drive, but I choose to overcome unfamiliar driving first, take it slow, accept my shortcomings, and then improve.

Some people are afraid of water, but I am not afraid of it at all. I like swimming in the sea very much. I consoled myself, fearing that driving and road conditions were normal, and that any problem would be solved as long as I wanted to.

I am still very nervous before going out. Although I am accompanied by my father, I sometimes think that I should not go out at all.

Me: Ouch, I hate driving.

Dad: If you don't want to drive, just let me drive.

Me: But I can't drive and I can't.

So I bit the bullet and got on it. I was apprehensive on the way, but when I got home, I had a great sense of accomplishment because I had accumulated another experience.

Driving for a long time will be much better, I'm great.

I was driving on a small road just now, and I gave way too far. One side of the car entered a mud pit. Fortunately, I was not trapped in the mud pit and could not get out.

When you get home, wash the car. I just found out that I haven't washed the car. I don't care about cars because I haven't driven a car before.

I felt like I was petting a big lion when I was washing the car, because the car is so big.

The sun was shining brightly, I took a spray from the faucet and found that I sprayed a rainbow.

Excited and happy, if I hadn't driven and fell into the mud, I wouldn't have seen this little rainbow.