I hate traffic, crowds, honking and smoke. Everything about driving drove me nuts.
I was very scared to cycle. Then I was scared of the scooty, and then I was terrified of the car. Daddy forced me and took me to a driving school. Did 16 out of the 20 classes and my 'teacher' vanished.
Dad would allow me to drive on the highway with loads of fear. I did not even know how to reverse and all, back then. Then...I got married. The husband started asking me, "So, are you planning to drive the car?” Voice in the head said, "Never". But, being the new bride and all, I did what all newly weds do....
I nodded my head.
What did you think?
Went to the driving school again. This time did all 20 classes (with great difficulty after being pushed and pressurized like hell). The instructor would weep with agony everytime I put the car into a pothole. He would say,” Madam, pothole around hogabeku, not into.". He would say, "Left indicator haaki" and yours truly would promptly put the Right indicator. After overcoming these minor issues, went to the RTO office to get the Learners License. The scary looking inspector asked me to show hand signals for Left and right and it was done. He also asked a very important question. What should you do if you have to overtake another vehicle?
Please do not ask me what I answered.
I do not remember.
Then came the actual lessons. With loads of fear, I would drive around the city. I wonder, maybe the people outside could hear my heartbeat or what. People would sometimes honk like mad at me. Some would yell. Some would roll their eyes and pass by. I would cut people badly and get yelled at. Or I would get mad at someone on the road and swear. The husband put up patiently with all this drama. Sometimes, explaining what I did wrong. Sometimes nearly shouting on top of his voice to get my attention when i was busy frowning at someone on the road.
Then came the D-Day, when the DL had to be done. Finished the two-wheeler round and another big-burly inspector asked me to drive. I started the car.
"Left-Left-Left-Left" he said. Moved the car a little. He said. "Stop. Left Reverse.”. I did that. Then he said, "Ok, move maadi". Asked me my name and where I was from. He said,” Very nice name ma" and signed. Went back to the Office, took a pic, and My DL was Done!!!!! Done Danaa don don!
Balaji, took half-day off for this circus. Pushed me all the way though to attend classes. Get LL done, Get DL done. Patiently sit through while I drove around in 2nd gear where I could have zoomed on 4th.
You know what I did today? I drove from JP Nagar to CV Raman Nagar. Dropped Balaji mid-way @ his office, took the car and went to CVR. In the evening picked him up from his office and drove back all the way home.
It is sometimes nice to be married. To have someone push you constantly to try doing something that you have never done before and are scared to even attempt.
The guy will get his reward. His wife will drop him to office and pick him up with the DL proudly tucked in a safe corner of her wallet!
That is one of the Bucket List items ticked :-)