See, I've been enjoying playing with Roxie (see previous post) these past few days. I've also been taking up driving lessons; in fact, I just got back from my second one earlier today. And so far, let's just say me and the clutch pedal have a love-hate thing goin' on.
I could be me over-thinking this whole thing, but I am genuinely anxious about going through future lessons. And by 'anxious', I mean 'trembling in trepidation'.
I mean, here I am, just practising in the circuit in a beat-up sedan and making tonnes of mistakes as if I didn't read the training manual. And I DID READ THE MANUAL.
And as I sit here mulling in self-pity, I begin to wonder: Which nimrod invented the use of three pedals in driving a car? Honestly?
Well, whoever he was, he must've had a third vestigial leg because that's the ONLY WAY I SEE IT WORKING.
At this point, I'm sure the car enthusiasts and license holders reading this would condemn this post to the depths of motorcar learner nooby-ness.
But hey, I think I'm entitled to my fair share of gripes and moans at this stage, amirite?
