driving need
A few days ago I registered for my driving test. This may seem like a silly thing to do given that I am not prepared to take the test immediately, but remember – this is Ireland. The waiting time is, on average, 33 weeks for the test centre I’d be going to. 33 weeks! This is something like 8 months. Hopefully by the time my birthday rolls around again I’ll be ready to take the test.
So, in preparation for my upcoming driving test Tom and I went out for a short practice last night. We drove around the industrial area of town looking for a suitable open space where I could stall and stammer the car around to my heart’s content. The Fairgrounds! Perfect. The gravel parking lot was nearly empty, except for a few funfair rides scattered here and there, and some cars parked along the far end. I started, stopped, started again, drove around very slowly in first gear, stopped again. Practiced turning around the Spook House, the soggy cardboard box, the crushed orange traffic cone. Stopped. Started, sped up and shifted into second. The third time I drove around the perimeter of the parking lot we went directly by of a van full of people, all of whom were giggling madly at my driving efforts. By this time I didn’t care whether they were laughing themselves into hysterics because I WAS DRIVING and it didn’t seem nearly as hard as I remembered.
