I am The Stig

I’ve had three driving lessons with a driving instructor and I seem to think that I am The Stig.

My first lesson was on Tuesday with Red Driving School. I’m intentionally not linking to their website because I wouldn’t recommend them to anyone, there was an obvious reason that there lessons were so cheap - incompetent springs to mind. The instructor didn’t even ask to see my driving license at any point during the lesson, never mind ask things like “read the license plate on X car” to check my eyesight.

Within 10 minutes of being in the car (a new Corsa, didn’t like it much) I was driving down the main road next to my house at 30 miles an hour and going around roundabouts scared for my life. Baring in mind that it was snowing heavily the night before the roads were in a horrendous state. I was petrified, making stupid mistakes like stalling at roundabouts with roadworks on them in between two double decker buses. Not good.

Needless to say, I’m not going back with Red. My mum paid for two lessons with a local driving instructor who is a lovely man, and explained everything to me properly. I’ve also been out with my mum a good few times in the local industrial estate, but for the life of me I can’t find the biting point of the clutch in her car very well, thus the reason we’ve not been out on ‘real’ roads.

Never mind, I love driving more than I ever thought I did. I just need to remember and think sooner and I’ll be fine. I keep forgetting to change down gears when getting to junctions and roundabouts and try to take corners like The Stig.