Last Saturday I had my first ever driving lesson.
(Well...my first ever paying driving lesson. My first ever driving lesson was in a Land Rover which belonged to my friend Dan's granddad, and the lesson ended with me stalling the car almost immediately and nearly colliding with some sheep...)
The lesson was...different to what I had been expecting. I only stalled once, and that was only because I didn't realise that you need to use the clutch when braking and I stopped to avoid running a pigeon over. My instructor wasn't too impressed, but I'll be damned if I'm killing a poor bird, especially on my first lesson!
As if my birdie heroics weren't enough to leave an impression, my resting bitch face didn't exactly do me any favours. My instructor kept telling me to smile because apparently I looked as though I wanted to drive us both into a wall, despite my constant reassurances that "it's literally just my face".
He says I'm a good student though, and that I'm going to be a good driver, so I felt justifiably smug after 2 hours of trundling anti-clockwise around a quiet local estate at 8 mph. (Now I don't want to brag, but I did get up to a speedy little 12 mph at one point.)
This Saturday, I'll be having another 2 hour lesson, and I'm hoping to get up to 15 mph and to move on from left turns to right hand ones. Baby steps though. Knowing my luck, I'll end up totalling the car in some poor old lady's garden and you'll see my mugshot in the Daily Mail before the weekend is out...!
