The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. ~Dave Barry,
“Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn”
My father in law bought me a car when I was expecting my son, so I had to drive. I had taken lessons before that and failed but as I had no real urgency to get a licence I did nothing about it. However, there was a brand new Austin A40 car in the dealership just waiting for me to go and pick it up. So I had a few lessons and applied for my licence. The driving instructor was very strict making me reverse into tight spaces and around corners etc. Reversing is still not my strong suit.
We were living just north of Glasgow at the time – 1962 – and so the test had to be taken in Glasgow. By the time my appointment came I was about 8 months pregnant but didn’t want to go to the back of the queue again so I duly turned up for the test. I wish I had had my camera with me when I saw the look on the tester’s face.
We got into the car on a wet, windy Glasgow day. At that time, many of the streets were cobbled and of course, slippery in the rain. We did a couple of hill starts, drove around the streets, some parallel parking and driving through the centre of the town. This was a bit hair raising as there were many policemen on point duty for some reason that day. Although I was nervous I managed not to hit any of them.
If I may say so I took the test with aplomb although the tester did say he thought we shouldn’t try sudden stops with a look at my advanced stage of pregnancy.
I don’t know who was the most pleased to get back to the testing office whereupon he pronounced that I had passed the test. From the look on his face I think the tester.
Have you seen this?
“You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.” Author Unknown
- The Inside Secrets of Driving Lessons in Glasgow West! (socyberty.com)