Monday, April 7, 2008
* The Driving Maniac *
It's been a day. And tomorrow's another day. And the next day is gonna be another day and so on.I'm not ranting or whatsoever. I just thought of something.
But now I don't know what was that something. Ha ha.
I woke up extremely late today(9 A.M) and the image of me in a nursing uniform of another school made me want to go back to sleep. But I had no choice.
Yesterday, I had my driving lesson with my dad. And I almost ruined the car.
We were from Baguio when he decided to let me drive in the shortcut to San Juan. There weren't much cars because the road was under construction that meant baku baku ang daan.
So there, in a narrow curved lane, a pick-up car was following us and some random car met us in the way. I panicked when my dad told me the instructions, stepped on the clutch so hard, from first gear I put it to neutral and so the car went backwards (kasi pataas yun) and when my dad was telling me madly to step on the clutch, put it to first gear and move aside, the clutch didn't budge. I maneuvered the car backing slowly to a side and let the people waiting pass. Great, I failed again. So we were stuck for more than an hour at an unlikely time (1 P.M - sobrang init) in a very unusual place (baku baku ang daan tapos bukid lang kinalalagyan namin) while my dad tried to fix it by himself. He said it was the first time he encountered such.
God really played a trick on me today. How lucky would us be when the house near us was owned by a mekaniko! He helped us, thank you God! After another hour of "un"blissful tanning in the rocks, we finally managed to get off that area! Woo.
After that, my dad drove us but after quite a lot of pleads from me saying that I would drive home, he allowed me. So there, I did well until we reached our gate. My problem then was how will I park it to the garage. I tried and managed to get in swiftly until Billy, my dog came running and I panicked that I would run over him, I maneuvered it to my left. Wrong move. The car was barely an inch away from the wall of the garage and luckily, I managed to step on the brakes. My dad was mad again and went out. But he came back and coached on me how to get off. And guess what, I did it without a scratch on the car! And now I'm proud of myself again. Nyahaha.
- the hopeless aspiring driver, Gem.
