I was given a new car today. It's a manual Nissian Primera S 2000 1769 cc if that means anything to you guys. It doesn't to me.
My sister decided to go for a spin with it. She told me she knew how to drive. 5 minute laters we're stopped in the middle of the road and she's trying to figure out how to get the car starting again when I find out the truth. She had a driving lesson in 2005. An another one in 2006 and a third one in 2007. That's it. It took her ages to park the car on the other end of the street (very far off the pavement btw).
We snuck back in and pretended we did nothing suspicious when my uncle came. He drove me to a secluded spot and decided to teach me to drive properly. Like a man because and I qoute " only retards and fa**ots drive automatic".
I stepped on the clutch. Checked the gear was in neutral and then moved it to one. Had a fight with the hand brake to push it down and then slowly took my foot out of the clutch. Now what no one told me is that your meant to keep your foot near the brake at all times. Other wises when you want to brake there is a few second delay where your moving your legs around. I hit the brake really hard when the pavement came close. My body was lunged forward and I was saved by my seatbelt from kissing the steering wheel face first.
That was the first part. Really easy. The second part of my lesson nearly got my killed. I was meant to hit the acceleration. I stepped on it really hard and nearly crashed into a moving Jeep twice the height of my car. I fumbled with the steering wheel and manged not only to drive over the woman in the jeep but drove over the pavement and into the grass for a good 20 meters.
For some reason my uncle decided to end the lesson there. Something about nearly having a heart attack.
My sister decided to go for a spin with it. She told me she knew how to drive. 5 minute laters we're stopped in the middle of the road and she's trying to figure out how to get the car starting again when I find out the truth. She had a driving lesson in 2005. An another one in 2006 and a third one in 2007. That's it. It took her ages to park the car on the other end of the street (very far off the pavement btw).
We snuck back in and pretended we did nothing suspicious when my uncle came. He drove me to a secluded spot and decided to teach me to drive properly. Like a man because and I qoute " only retards and fa**ots drive automatic".
I stepped on the clutch. Checked the gear was in neutral and then moved it to one. Had a fight with the hand brake to push it down and then slowly took my foot out of the clutch. Now what no one told me is that your meant to keep your foot near the brake at all times. Other wises when you want to brake there is a few second delay where your moving your legs around. I hit the brake really hard when the pavement came close. My body was lunged forward and I was saved by my seatbelt from kissing the steering wheel face first.
That was the first part. Really easy. The second part of my lesson nearly got my killed. I was meant to hit the acceleration. I stepped on it really hard and nearly crashed into a moving Jeep twice the height of my car. I fumbled with the steering wheel and manged not only to drive over the woman in the jeep but drove over the pavement and into the grass for a good 20 meters.
For some reason my uncle decided to end the lesson there. Something about nearly having a heart attack.