Your Transport views

When I was seventeen all I wanted to do, and what I believed would be a great job, was to work in the motor trade. I would buy a lot of vehicles, and sell them, and make motor trade history, or so I thought to myself in my head. I myself at that time, wasn't driving yet, and was about to buy this great second hand van that was very affordable. My parents had different plans.

Instead, I had to take lessons. The driving lessons prices were kind of expensive, and I wasn't able to buy that van. We did a practical test first, just to get me started. But after a week of nothing but plain tests of stuff I already knew, I felt it was a huge waste of my money that could have been wisely spent. I tried to talk to my parents about it, but they wouldn't hear one word of what I said.

"That practical test will come in handy when you need to know on the real test!" So I kept going, and the classes seemed to get duller and duller, and me and all the students complained about the bleakness of the program. We all refused to take the course, and before we knew it the actual road test had come up.

I gingerly got into the van, my dream still fresh of being successful in the motor trade. I geared into action. It stopped. I tried to gear it again, and it stopped short again. Then a car was honking behind me, I was turning the wheel, when the instructor calmly told me to shift to drive. That was embarassing.

When we were at the part where I had to fill the van with gas, I stopped. I wasn't quite sure what to do. None of this had been in the manual! Then it clicked, this is what that boring and dull practical test would have taught us. These assets you need to know to be a driver.

I stopped the test right then, knowing I wasn't ready. I signed up for the course again, and I aced the real test first try.