Driving – not a strong point
I can’t drive – I’ve tried, I really have but I kept failing and then the money ran out. This is a point of extreme frustration for me – there is a load of things not accessible to me because of it.
But I know why…and I don’t mean to blame EVERYTHING on my parents but this is one I will.
Both of them are rubbish drivers.
I feel slightly more comfortable with father accept when he doesn’t look in his mirrors and nearly causes a crash. He is so lost in his own little world he doesn’t seem to notice traffic lights sometimes – or road signs for that matter. I am very shocked that he has only been caught speeding once. I was out with him once – he was teaching me to drive (SUCH a distressing event). He drove through a traffic light at a very busy roundabout missing another car by inches. Then we ended up on the M5..
But mother – oh god mother is in a different league altogether and she totally doesn’t get it. She drives very very slowly(she was once stopped by police for driving to0 slowly). She ponders which lane she should be and then starts panicking loudly – amid lots of beeps from cars because they can’t get into either lanes as my mother is between them. Then the car wavers as she works out what to do. She make noises of sheer panic going at busy roundabouts (ahhhhh! I can’t do it). She randomly stops on busy roads at rush hour. She makes me very very nervous. It is sometimes like a horror film. She is a very very nervous driver and it rubs off on her passengers and they shit themselves….
Sometimes I crack ( you are such a crap driver!) She gets all upset insisting she is great. Why then do I feel I need beta blockers on long journeys then?
So absolutely no demonstration growing up of decent driving. That is why I blame them.
