woohooo...

Now... nearly eight months after I started taking lessons, with one prior test attempt, and the countless jittery evenings behind me, I am licensed to drive! More than once, the tester grumbled at the slow rate I was doing the road circuit items, and he had to accuse me of demonstrating that I felt hurried! But I also realized that I wasn't faulted on some grey areas. If the tester was really strict, I would have been killed. It was a tense ride around the neighborhood, and I do hope that the charged atmosphere won't be part of my future car journeys.

My instructor's cavalier confidence in predicting my test result continues to amaze me. Alright, looking back, I knew I wouldn't pass the test on my previous attempt. Things were pretty screwy and she didn't hide her opinion that I won't pass. This time round, a day before the test, she reminded me to bring my photograph, and that was the hint. Only those who have passed the test and need get their licenses made need to give their photos. Well, seriously, I might not have made it. Over tea after the test, she remarked to her driving instructor friend that one of her other student, who was taking the test after I did, would pass on this attempt. I didn't stay to find out the student passed, but I reckoned she probably did. She can't be worse off at driving than I am.

It feels like things are now moving along, almost as if the cogs have just shifted into their positions. I won't have to go for evening lessons while I'm working. I also have the option of renting a car the next time I'm overseas. For now, I need a decent car to keep my skills current. We don't own a one in the family...