This is embarrassing; but I’m going to show you a video of me during one of my Saturday driving lessons. Please do not laugh. If not for my fabulous video editor friend, Gervic, for adding in some “effects,” I wouldn’t think twice of deleting this proof of foolishness.
I have new found respect for people who drive every day, especially to those who spend most of their days in front of a steering wheel. I am mistaken when I thought that driving a car was as easy as maneuvering one of those neat Ariens lawn mowers—it’s beyond challenging! My hands were clammy and I seem to forget how to relax throughout the lesson. I swear the instructor was straining the urge to strangle me.
“Just listen to my instructions!” The instructor commands. “Now, slowly release the clutch…” I step on the brakes instead. Engine dies.
Maybe I’m better off getting around Manila using a Zero Turn Zoom 34 or MaxZoom2552, don’t you think? My relationship with the gas pedal and clutch is rocky—I can’t seem to find the right “mix.” It simply refuses to be tamed.
I have three more Saturdays to go. Pedals, behave. Please.