I’ve booked my first driving lesson (finally!).
I am itching to get behind the wheel, which is something I never thought I’d say – I always believed I didn’t need a car, and I couldn’t imagine myself driving. But life has changed, and right now I’m craving the freedom that comes with having a brum brum.
Admittedly, I wish I could click my fingers and have my driving license fall into my lap, rather than having to go through all the lessons, but that ain’t gonna happen. There’s no avoiding the hard work, and despite this wish, I do feel ready to sink my teeth into the challenge.
I’m surprisingly quite relaxed about about the first lesson. I’m expecting it to be overwhelming, and that I’ll never be able to memorise everything I’m being told right away. But that’s alright.
I asked my dad what order the clutch, brake and accelerator are in the other day… and he had to think about it… and he’s been driving for about thirty years. Driving seems to rely on muscle memory. Obviously I have to learn and memorise it all in the first instance for it to become muscle memory, but I think I’ll be able to do that by doing – actually having a go and practising, rather than by trying to remember what all the buttons and peddles do whilst sitting in the passenger seat. I learn best by having a go… a quiz I did at school told me that about ten years ago, and it has turned out to be accurate. We’ll find out if this applies to driving in a couple of days…
So, look out for me on the roads of the North West and West Midlands, beep beep!