My horrid experience in learning car driving.

Hi,

I would like to share my experience in learning car driving. The story goes like this - in Bangalore the public buses are not in plenty and the auto drivers don't always oblige you to drop you at your destination. I had taken up jobs but had to give them up because of the expenditure and the difficulty in getting proper transport.

Therefore, one fine day I decided to buy my own car and drive without much hassle on the busy roads of Bangalore. I have been very confident and bold since my childhood . I thought driving a car is a child's play and would learn to drive in a jiffy. I went to the nearest driving school and enrolled . The driver came with an old Maruthi 800 the same day and I happily sat on the driver's street and started driving as per his instruction. I came home and told my husband about how easily I could drive. My zeal, burst within a second when he told me that it was the driver who was controlling the car as he had separate clutch and break on his side.

I continued learning for three more days and my driver asked me to practice in my new car. And I did so without any hesitation. In the meantime, my vehicle was taken by the car dealer for a check -up and they had given back the vehicle after tightening the clutch.

The very next day my driver told me that I had the driving test and I had to go to the RTO. The inspector sat next to me and the driver was at the back seat.
As soon as I started the car, and 'Zoom ' it went with a big thud. The driver said "Wheeling, Wheeling" I did not know what it is. But somehow the car started moving and I was happy that I could drive. The inspector was mad at the driver and started abusing him and told me that it was god's grace that I did not bang the car anywhere and failed me. My heart broke into hundred pieces. My husband was very sure that I would pass the test and come with a "DL" . As I told him about my experience, he consoled me and asked me to try again.

The second time, the driver wanted me to take the test on the driving school's car. The inspector was sitting next to me . I drove very carefully, but I could not reverse the car. And the inspector failed me once again.

The third attempt was even more miserable , I could not start the car twice. I felt really humiliated and very sad. I thought car driving was not my cup of tea.

Then I appointed a driver paying him a good salary. The driver used to close the windows and listen to the music and waste his time in the car as I was only working part time. I had bad experience with other drivers also.

The end of my story is, the Marthi Zen Estilo , which I had bought with much hopes is lying in my garage with no takers. And the saddest part is I am still paying the EMI for my car .

And to fuel to the fire, my neighbors are very curious to know why I was not driving the car any more ( you know they had watched me learning car driving in my area) I dare not tell them that I had failed thrice.

Nowadays , I use the buses and auto rickshaws and brood over my total inability to drive the car. My respect for car drivers has increased many fold.