The first time I enrolled in a driving school was circa 2000. We just got a new car and I was excited to drive it around. Full of optimism my brother and I signed up for driving lessons. After five days I was pretty sure I can take the car out and drive to my heart's content.
Fast forward to 2009...
I enrolled again, this time at a different school, looking forward to the day I could drive Nino. The first session was okay, so was the second, and so on. Until I decided to finally try out Nino. I asked my brother to accompany me. With confidence I went to the driver's seat, revved up the engine, started the car, stepped on the clutch then the accelerator and I was off!
It was a disaster as soon as we turned at the first corner! My mind went blank. I forgot what I learned at driving school. The whole "driving around the subdivision" turned into a shouting match between me and my brother. Until he left, that experience was never repeated again.
But I don't give up that easily. It was just mind over matter. Friends told me that it just takes time and a lot of practice. As an incentive, I promised Mamu that when I finally become a good driver I would take her to Tagaytay and treat her to a day of pampering at Sonya's Garden. She laughed and said "kailan pa kayo yun?".
Yesterday, I practiced again, this time with Mamu. I drove Nino around the subdivision. It was somewhat better, but still "no deal"! I'm starting to believe that I don't have the driving "gene". How come I just don't get it?! Really!
Looks like Tagaytay seems to be getting farther and farther away. Mamu's Sonya's Garden pampering will have to wait. Indfinitely. Haay naku...