Wednesday, 24 October 2007
Beep beep beep beep yeah
Only 13 days remaining till my driving test. I have now entered the 'final phase' of the seemingly interminable driving lessons I have been taking forever and ever and ever. I am too old to be going through this and I wish I had galvanised myself to do it sooner. But I didn't, so there you are.
Today was spent around the avenues and alleyways of Wood Green, turning the car around, reverse parking, reversing around corners and emergency stopping for two hours. Followed by a quick tour under the bonnet (Missus)
I don't particularly like my instructor, who is a singularly homourless man, and not best suited to the rigours of pedagogy, I feel. Shit, he can drive though, so that makes it all right, I guess.
The test itself is a blank book, and it is down to me to write the story. I seek alternative endings (jeez, my hat is raised to that guy - kids, wife, fly agaric, driving...), but know that I am likely to be propelled down the predictable soap slopes, most proly (as I am taking the test at Wood Green) with the 'Christ, didn't I see that coming?' ending.
But one can dream. I have sought advice, have travelled through despair, elation, anger and hope to where I am now, which is a state of reasonable competence and confidence. This will again evolve, without a shadow, to not much less than mild terror as the big day approaches.
It's a funny thing, driving. Even the pathetic little Micra I sit in on my lessons pits the equivalent punch of Tel Aviv's soi-disant nuclear arsenal (compared to, er, Tehran's - for example) against the fastest Allez (with a fully doped Spanish or Italian or French or American rider, making the most of his erythropoietin and banana with energy bar) but I don't get the same rush behind the wheel as I do when I am on two wheels, with the wind whizzing past my ears and the tarmac blur beneath me. And when I look around at the other folks who are negotiating the currents of London traffic, I figure (without wishing to be too derogatory) that it can't be that hard to master the art of driving.
If only there were some other reward at the end of it all...