SilentAndShy
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For me, it's driving. Two of my close friends and countless of cousins, family friends are all uber-super confident when it comes to driving on the road. When it comes to weddings, they hire out expensive cars and drive them with no fear.
The legal age to drive in the UK is 17. When I was 16, my brother used to drop off us at school. He showed me how to start the car so in the cold mornings I could start it up to get the engine warm. I was doing it fine then one-day, call it me being half asleep, I had the joystick in gear, and ended up grazing the front left of the car. My brother had a go, rightly, comparing me to others who could even drive the car and I grazed this car starting it up!
That incident has dogged me since. If I was sat in a car that was running, on my own, I'd think: "Oh man, get (the driver) back quick! The car might automatically shove in gear and ram me to the car front! Or someone might horn and ask me to move it". I passed my test one third attempt in 2009, didn't drive for another 3 years as I had no money. But, last year, feeling "brave", I bought my brother's brother in-laws car for a grand. I thought, let's challenge this head on. I got everything sorted, paperwork wise and I was ready to go. The car was parked at an angle in my driveway so needed to reverse it out. I decided to venture out and show my close friend the car.
When trying to reverse my new car out of the drive to visit my friend, I scraped the drivers' side on the wall with my family members, annoyingly, watching and one of them having to come out and move the car out for me. After I'd hit it, I asked my brother in law to reverse it back in to the drive as I was so embarrassed/angry/humiliated that I made an excuse to my friend that I couldn't make it
Following on from then, I took the car to work twice. Few times I came home unscathed but the last time I took the car to work, I hit the car again on the wall, stalled it tons of times, and when I got to the work car park, I didn’t realise I needed to swipe my card to open the barrier. This grumpy old sod barked at me to do it, then I lost my swipe card in the rush. Since then, I’ve hardly driven the car. I can’t even go out and start it up as I’m so paranoid that everyones watching me fail or laugh if I fail. Never mind me take the car out. My brother has a go at me for not driving it but I think, if only you knew….
I just take the bus to town if need be. I wish I was on my own, then I wouldn’t have to worry about being judged or looked upon.
So there it is!
The legal age to drive in the UK is 17. When I was 16, my brother used to drop off us at school. He showed me how to start the car so in the cold mornings I could start it up to get the engine warm. I was doing it fine then one-day, call it me being half asleep, I had the joystick in gear, and ended up grazing the front left of the car. My brother had a go, rightly, comparing me to others who could even drive the car and I grazed this car starting it up!
That incident has dogged me since. If I was sat in a car that was running, on my own, I'd think: "Oh man, get (the driver) back quick! The car might automatically shove in gear and ram me to the car front! Or someone might horn and ask me to move it". I passed my test one third attempt in 2009, didn't drive for another 3 years as I had no money. But, last year, feeling "brave", I bought my brother's brother in-laws car for a grand. I thought, let's challenge this head on. I got everything sorted, paperwork wise and I was ready to go. The car was parked at an angle in my driveway so needed to reverse it out. I decided to venture out and show my close friend the car.
When trying to reverse my new car out of the drive to visit my friend, I scraped the drivers' side on the wall with my family members, annoyingly, watching and one of them having to come out and move the car out for me. After I'd hit it, I asked my brother in law to reverse it back in to the drive as I was so embarrassed/angry/humiliated that I made an excuse to my friend that I couldn't make it
Following on from then, I took the car to work twice. Few times I came home unscathed but the last time I took the car to work, I hit the car again on the wall, stalled it tons of times, and when I got to the work car park, I didn’t realise I needed to swipe my card to open the barrier. This grumpy old sod barked at me to do it, then I lost my swipe card in the rush. Since then, I’ve hardly driven the car. I can’t even go out and start it up as I’m so paranoid that everyones watching me fail or laugh if I fail. Never mind me take the car out. My brother has a go at me for not driving it but I think, if only you knew….
I just take the bus to town if need be. I wish I was on my own, then I wouldn’t have to worry about being judged or looked upon.
So there it is!