I then started to learn how to drive a car every day from my husband. I practiced driving whenever we went out shopping or went to my husband's school. On the weekends, with my husband in the car, I drove around our neighborhood, our town, and some streets that my husband knew that I would drive during my driving test. My husband wanted me to be familiar with every stop sign, one-way, and two-way street. After two months of practicing driving, and some English that I learned in my country, I felt very confident to take the driving test.
My daily practice driving over the past six months had prepared me for any road shenanigans that the DPS instructor could throw my way. My turns were smooth and graceful, almost poetic in their fluidity. My blinker and I were at one with each other on the road. I was as alert as a gazelle in an open plain watching for predators on the highways I called the “unpredictable other drivers.” I was ready for my victory to come my way; “It’ll be a piece of cake,” I thought to myself. Then, I failed my first road test.
I was counting down the days until I could obtain my drivers license. The day had finally come and I was so excited. My Dad had promised me a car whenever I passed the test. The day finally arrived. I passed the test with flying colors.
Driving Experience Learning a new skill can be a challenging and exciting experience. I decided to learn to drive after I came to the united state because I feel that will be more convenience to work and school. I have never driven in my native country so I was so exciting to learn about it. After I took the written test to get a learner's permit, my uncle had been taught me on the weekend for one month. I learned all the parking skills, driving skills and the ability of handle emergency before I took the driving test.
Being at a racetrack brings happiness to my life. On April 7, 2002, I got the opportunity to run my first practice session of the year. When we drove through the pit gate, a comforting sense of familiarity set in, the sight of new faces and old faces, seeing the different paint schemes or the same paint schemes on cars is quite a sight to me. Seeing my pit crew for the first time this year was cool. The smell of burnt rubber, race fuel, and grease filled the air.
Memior Here I am, sixteen years old. I've already waited for what seems like forever, and now it's finally going to happen. I'm getting my drivers license. I've suffered through driving with my parents for eighty plus hours, three weeks of driving school, and two weeks of in car training with an instructor. On test day things couldn't have gone better.
I was hungry, hot and tired and simply wanted to go home but of course this was out of the question. After about an hour of sitting in a blistering hot car while my father tinkered with the lady’s car, the car finally decided to start. As we began to embark upon our journey home I mustered up enough courage to pose the question, what do you guys get out of always helping people? My mother looked at my father with adoring admiration and they both smiled at me and said that helping people is their purpose in life. They went into a great deal of detail as to how they were intricately designed by God to help people along the way.
Imagine getting behind the wheel for the very first time. You climb in, sit down and get seat belted; once you are situated, put it in drive and get ready to ease away from the curb. Before you start going three different adults in the car start telling you what to do next, all that runs through your mind is “Let me do this myself!” even though you know they are saying it for your best interest. Getting your permit and driving with an adult is hard. Now that I have been driving for months it seems like a piece of cake, until my sister wanted me to try to drive her Honda Civic which is manual car.
My recruiter sent for my paperwork at the MEPS in Indianapolis. Nashville now has my information and has had it for a couple months or so. I have been in no trouble with the police, not even a traffic violation. My record is clean and I am so ready to enter the Army. I have driven every week , sometimes twice a week, to the Tullahoma office to do Physical Training with the other recruits to be completely ready and to give my all.
I was 15 years old. I l I asked my parents, if I could stay at my best friend Becky’s house for the weekend, for there was a dance at the school Friday night. Becky and I had come up with this great plan to take my mom’s car for the weekend, so I took the key to the car off dad’s key chain. We both waved with big grins on our angelic faces, as we watched my family drive away. We headed back to Becky’s house to get ready for the big dance that evening.