I was trained in a bumper car at a tender young age; carefree collision is the essence of the ride.
In three lessons, I've to unlearn all the fun stuff.
1. For the first three hours of driving itself, my engine died at least 10 times.
2. I had a beautiful, LARGE collection of pronounced phrases like "Your turning, very bad", "Your clutch control, no good" and "BRAKE! BRAKE! REMEMBER TO BRAKE!".
3. I tried to start the car....when it had already been started.
4. I made my instructor go, "DON'T STOP DON'T STOP. GO GO GO! GREEN LIGHT WHY YOU STOP?"
5. I tried to park the car with my hand brake pulled up.
6. This happened:
I was driving on the road with my instructor next to me.
Suddenly, I heard someone horn at me; a resonant long and loud "BEEEEEEEEEP!".
I thought it was rude and distracting.
WHO WOULD BE SO INCONSIDERATE AND MEAN TO HORN AT AN L LICENSE DRIVER?
At that moment, I was utterly mad.
*checks rearview mirror*
A while later, another horn came - this time, relentlessly longer and ruthlessly louder.
HAVE MERCY WILL YA?! I'M ONLY AN L LICENSE DRIVER, DARN IT! I thought.
Stupid, heartless drivers really made me mad.
*checks rearview mirror once more to identify culprit*
Then my instructor turned to me and asked, "Why you horn for?"
When I told him I didn't know I was the one horning all along...nor am I familiar with the horn,
HE LAUGHED AT ME ALMOST THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE JOURNEY BACK.
He called me goofy. Sheesh.
That's it. I shall abstain from telling you ALL my driving mishaps.
So, anyone wanna buy me this sign? :D



























































