I am aware it has been a while since I blogged about driving. There is a reason for that. Namely the fact that it has been a while since I drove anywhere.
The constant need to balance work and lessons took its toll over the last few weeks as meetings over-ran, court cases were delayed and my own impending exams took priority over getting behind the wheel.
So when I finally managed to squeeze in a lesson last week, I took to the driving seat with a certain amount of trepidation. I was fairly convinced the lesson would be an unmitigated disaster and that I would have forgotten everything of use, interest or importance Steve had ever told me.
For some reason, however, it was one of the best lessons so far. And not only because we just drove around and I didn’t have to do any reversing round things while trying to avoid reversing over things. My clutch control, a must in Lincoln as I discovered the first time I was caught by the cursed level crossing, seems much improved. I also didn’t nearly kill us by accidentally changing lanes at a roundabout, which was nice.
Annoyingly, I stalled right at the end ruining my first potential clean sheet since my first lesson, where I was too terrified to allow engine failure.
I’m not sure why the rest did me good, maybe I was dreaming about driving during the break or maybe I’m just thinking far more carefully about what my feet are doing.
Either way, I truly hope it is a sign of things to come.
