Pheew. Years of driving. An intense week of hardcore driving. And… passing the driving test. Yes very pleased as it was something I’ve been practising a lot to perfect so when I attempted the test I was at my best. And I almost coulda have been. I mean I drove the night before and around 5 nights consecutively before that and on the morning, this morning, of my test. I was okay in my eyes. I thought I could be passable.
I’m not saying I’m the best driver, or bragging or being cocky about it. I’m just saying I think I’m ready to obtain my licence now. Like I said, not the best, but I don’t feel like I’m a danger to other road users. In fact, it’s dangerous to let learner drivers with quite a good ability of driving to still be using L-plates as other drivers tend to take advantage and overtake and do other silly and dangerous things.
You know what though? 7 days in a row I never really met intense traffic I couldn’t handle or drivers in ahurry, road hogs etc. But today on test day there was roads closed, traffic jams, people pushing in (as well as those giving way and I thank you all for that). But today was a real… difference. Obviously, as I was told, I was very hesitant, but only because I didn’t want to make a major error. I wanted minors if any. I got nine and they were all due to lack of confidence really. And missing road marking and signs.
(I moved to the left lane to go straight but it was left only so I continued left rather than trying to change lane).
I can drive. My test wasn’t my best example. But my duel carriageway and local area driving with my instructor have always been acceptible road usage. And abiding by the laws.
