Freshly Driven

I want to begin this post with a quote from a really good friend of mine, Ann-Marie: “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing a new danger on the road.”

Which is ironic because I know she doesn’t really mean it (…right Ann-Marie? Right? RIGHT?) but it is actually quite true.

For some of those who didn’t know yet, I recently passed my driving retest last Sunday! Woo! I was so relieved and just so very happy to see the ticks on the “Lulus” boxes on my form after I finished my parking test that I literally couldn’t stop grinning all the way home. I swear, if I’d failed again I wouldn’t know what to do. I was so anxious that I didn’t even know if the shaking in my legs was because of my anxiety or the car.

I had my first real driving journey yesterday, when I drove to Kuala Kedah for about half an hour. Boy, was it tiring. No one told me driving was so tiring. Besides being tiring, it was also hella scary (I just used the word “hella” oh boy) and intimidating. I felt like a freshman watching everyone zoom past me, overtaking me, doing all sorts of crazy manoeuvres that all you professional, 30-years experienced drivers do while I crouch behind my steering wheel praying that I don’t hit anything or anyone. It was exhausting. I’m not quite sure if it’s a typical thing to feel for a driving newbie because most friends of mine around my age who have already acquired their licenses are definitely much more confident than me on the road and I’m only confident when there are no cars around so, good luck on that, Michelle.

Perhaps what I require is practice. Lots of it. Harry Mobile, you and I have got a lot of work to do.