So, on Thursday, I got my permit. Exactly a week from my 17th birthday. On Friday I drove.
Let's make one thing clear: I don't really want to drive. I know I have to and all that because I'll probably be going off to college next year, but I don't really want to drive.
But I did it. And today I'm going to do it again...sometime. It wasn't horrible. I'll admit that much. But it wasn't the best thing in the world, either.
I can't help but think: "If I'm ever in a car crash, I can use it as reference for my writing!" Seriously, that's what I think about, a LOT. Of course I don't want to be in a car accident, but if I ever am...
As in the words of Julie Wright: "What doesn't kill us gives us something new to write about."
There are many ways that quote could go wrong, but let's content ourselves with being comforted by that thought, I guess...
I can make turns, somewhat. I didn't exceed five miles per hour and I hardly pressed on the gas pedal. Once instead of turning on the blinker, I turned on the windshield wipers--then I tried to press the brake so I could figure out how to turn off the windshield wipers but accidentally pressed on the gas pedal.
That freaked my mom out.
But we're okay. No accidents to write about yet. I guess I'll just have to research those more.
/ Rachel Lester /
First blog post, yay! More to come sometime...as long as I don't crash today.
By the way, the picture in this post is not where I get to practice, but I didn't know what else to add so I can link this to Pinterest...