FountainandFairfax
in a VAN down by the RIVER
I hated learning to drive. I had an instructor and also went out driving with my dad. I used to get really nervous with them both. I don't think driving with my dad helped at all. He has no patience and expected me to know everything even though I hadn't been taught. Say I stalled or did something wrong he would get angry instaid of telling me what I had done wrong.
After I passed the tests it took me a long time to get fully confident on the road. Now driving is probably the one thing I am really confident with. It's a good job really because I work in a garage so have now driven hundreds of different cars.
My dad was the same way. I went driving with him one time and then swore never again. I was lucky because he and my mother were divorced by this time and he had no custody, so I didn't have to. Not that he volunteered, Ha Ha.
But I agree with the above in that driving is one of the things I'm really grateful for now. It was a pain to get my license, I was so afraid to even test for it (I was nearly 20 by the time I got it) but now I couldn't live without that release that driving gives me.