I have been very scared of driving for goodness knows how long. However, at the behest of my lovely wife and my increased need to find jobs that are not always close to a bus or train line, I started learning how to drive in January with the purchase of a 2001 Chevy Cavalier.
I was reluctant to call it "driving" at first. It was simply "controlling a motor vehicle and hope like heck that I don't die in a fiery cauldron of steel and gasoline", but that was too wordy to use in normal conversation.
However, slowly but surely, I began to find my bearings in my control of the motour vehicle. By March 15, I finally got my driver's license at the young and tender age of... 28.
Now, I go to the local city garage and my kid's grandparent's house every weekday, and I've careened down the expressway at
I would like to thank all of you for your wonderful support since the time I signed up. My first driving education experiences were absolutely abysmal, and I was relieved of the idea that there were others out there who didn't immediately wish to use the family car since their late teens, or didn't yearn to go on cross country road trips in the summer. To all of you who are physically unable to drive, I cannot begin to empathize with your plight, but I wish you all the best. For those of you who are simply frozen with fear but still trying, keep at it. For those of you who simply refuse to drive because of the fear- I feel your pain, but remember this: I used to make page-long LJ messages about my blood-curdling fear, and how it isn't necessary for me to drive. And now, I'm about to pick up my kid in my ol' Cavalier. I hope you can overcome this, but if you don't, I completely understand.