Kelly

(NB If you start something, you'd better finish it.)

By the time you read this, I might not have physically received the licence in my palm, but I passed my driving test on the second attempt.

Yep, I am now a member of the driving public. So drivers, please don't hit me because I don't plan to hit any of you. As for the pedestrians, pedal cyclists and motorbike riders, I pledge to stay out of your way as much as humanly possible.

It was a day of nerves as I went back to the depot. I was not a total wreck but I did have a few misgivings. The examiner this time seemed a more calm individual than the last one. (By the way, that examiner crashed. Retribution?)

Biggest test

Anyway, the reversing was my biggest test, as it always is. I realised I started to make the turn too quickly but, thanks to the extra lessons my instructor recommended, I straightened up and made my way around. I'll be honest with you, I thought I was toast a few times and started to sweat like O.J. Simpson before the verdict.

Okay, reversing out the way, I went to the parking. For some reason, this is the discipline I feel most comfortable with. So I did my thing and was told to wait for further instructions. Heading for the road next, old chap! The sweat glands didn't have so much work to do. For now.

The fact that I had made it out of the dreaded yard eased my nerves, so I mentally prepared for the road test. I prayed no jaywalking pedestrian would flop my show. But it was all needless worry. The road test was a big anti-climax. Before I even knew it began, it was over.

Early Christmas

"Take him back to the depot," the examiner said to my instructor.

"That's it?" I asked. Whooopee! Christmas come early!

So I just want to say 'big ups' to Mr Burrowes, my instructor, who never lost patience (although he probably should have, coaching tuff-head me). Big ups also to Mr Sykes, my first instructor who passed away nearly a year ago. This one's for you guys and all those who have ever taught people how to drive.

Seriously, there is nothing like getting a prize you worked for because, as I said, I was not buying it! I admit there were a few times when I thought about breaking my moral code and all the mirrors in my house so that I wouldn't have to 'look myself in the mirror'.

But now that's all over and done with. (Sigh) Now I just need a car.

Later.

Come drive with me at daviot.kelly@gleanerjm.com.