It's a tough thing to admit, but at the age of 33 I have never actually driven a car. I can come up with all sorts of reasons (excuses) for this lapse, but I have managed in the past to get around the big cities I've lived in with their well established public transit systems and have not thereby really needed, or been able to afford a vehicle. This will not work here in Charlotte, NC.
On Weds of last week I got my learner's permit, and although I've had one of those before this time I have a husband who is going to make sure I use it.
Yesterday was day one of driving lessons.
We started at the gas station with lesson number one -- put gas in the car, check the tire pressure, and the oil.
Lesson number 2 took place in a vacant church parking lot. Oh Lord I could feel the anxiety just sitting in the driver's seat, but Sean talked me through it and after a few laps I could feel myself relaxing. I decided to end the lesson when another car pulled in and parked. I didn't really feel like I would have hit it but I didn't want to take any other chances.
Hopefully our marriage will survive this trial by fire. My sister has reassured me that our love may not be tested but patience might be.