A week of driving under my belt

I survived a week of driving without anyone being hurt or any damages being done to the car.  Thank goodness!  Hannah Grace started her golf lessons, so we were out and about each morning.  It still baffles me that these sweet Australians trust me to drive a car without taking a test. The following describes the events throughout the week.

 

Day One: It was the Queen’s Holiday, so not many cars were on the road. It was rainy out, so I was very thankful for the lack of cars.  My hands were holding on for dear life at 10 and 2.  I was sweating, despite running the air condition.  We didn’t listen to music and no one was allowed to talk while the car was moving.  My friend from Texas, Janelle, told me to sing, “To the left, to the left” (Beyonce’s lyrics) to remind me what side of the road I should be on.  The song ran through my head the entire drive. I think I went to bed singing it.

Day Two: The sun was out and so were the cars. Everyone was back to work and back on the roads.  Hands still at 10 and 2, but I was no longer strangling the steering wheel. “To the Left” was still echoing in my head.  After dropping off Hannah Grace at the golf course, Ellis and I went to the grocery store.  I managed to get in on the wrong side of the car…AGAIN! It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t squeal with laughter, yelling at Ellis “Look what I did”, drawing the attention from all of the people passing by. 

Day Three: One hand on 2, the other by my side.  We listened to music and had conversations.  I was getting the hang of it.

Day Four: By day four, man was I feeling good.  I had a hand at 2 and then I would change and have a hand at 10. I changed lanes. We sang along to songs. I actually changed the radio station. We had great conversations.  It was during one of those conversations that both hands went back to 10 and 2 and I sang, “to the left, to the left”.  Don’t worry, I was on the left side of the road. I just had to remind myself. I had become so relaxed that for a split second, I thought, “WAIT, am I doing this right?” 

 

Day Five:  Tony took the day off from work.  He took Hannah Grace and I haven’t driven again.