So yesterday, after being picked up at school by my dad, we went out to eat- a weekly ritual.
While driving home, I asked him if he'd ever let me 'test out' the car in an empty parking lot- like he had done with my older brother a couple years ago.
"Sure why not?"
I was psyched out you guys. I'm of age to get my driver's license, but I'm so lazy, I haven't even gotten my Permit yet!
So we drove to the movie theaters/flea market, it was a monday afternoon- totally dead.
Along the way he was showing me how to use only one foot for both the gas and brakes and to gently press the brakes.
When we finally got there, my heart started beating overtime
I was trying to not get worked up over nothing
*flash of the car turning over*
My dad noticed and told me to "Calm down, if you feel confident, you'll do well."
Even if it was just a test drive.
We both got out of the car and switched seats.
Just feeling the steering wheels in between my hands felt empowering.
And when I let go of the breaks and was going at a very slow (not when you're the one driving) 10 miles per hour, I felt a need for speed.
I learned how to turn (I hit the gas when turning and my dad nearly jumped out of his seat, "The car can turn over!" SEE MY FEARS ARE CONFIRMED) and park.
The fastest I went was 25 miles per hour (hehe I'm the DareDevil!)
It was exhilarating ^_^
Which makes me all the more determined to get my Permit this month and insha'Allah, be driving by the summer.
Wish me luck :P (including on my Finals, next week, so no posting at all next week)
