Yay, Jilli! Just tell the instructor not to play 70's country and always obey the street signs and you should be fine. Have you practiced getting petticoats under the wheel so you can get to the pedals properly? You may need a proper Victorian driving outfit.
'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
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More black, but the goggles and the veil are a must.
I don't really remember my driver's ed instructor. It was...a guy? There were....a few other students in the car? We did it for a few weeks and then it was over? Wow, it really didn't make that big of an impression on me, other than being really scared the first day, because I'd never been behind the wheel of a car, and they were like "OK, go!" and I was like "ON A REAL STREET? We don't practice in a parking lot or something first, WTF?!?!"
Have you practiced getting petticoats under the wheel so you can get to the pedals properly?
Oh ... bother. No, no I haven't practiced that, and I didn't even think about it. Argh.
My driver's ed teacher said there was no point in teaching how to parallel park because it was something you just needed to do repeatedly to get the hang of it.
My teacher would ask us where we were taking our test, because he knew which places set the cones so you had to parallel park to the right or to the left, and then he only taught us one side. Aces.
Teppy - depending on which DMV you went to where I grew up, you had to make a 3 point turn, park on a hill (with proper curbing of the tires), or parallel park.
When K-Bug took her test, there was a light rain and at first that made her nervous. Turned out to be a good thing cause they couldn't ding her on going a bit slow due to the "conditions".
I don't really remember my driver's ed instructor.
I remember mine. The day after my first lesson, my mother had to make a claim on the car insurance (not my fault, this was courtesy of my then-14-years-old younger brother. Happy Birthday Kez!), and we ran into him at the life insurance counter.
No, no I haven't practiced that, and I didn't even think about it. Argh.
Tommy put up a picture of a nice candidate of a driving outfit earlier: [link]
or there's these
They would need your own ineffable touch, though.
Blech. I've been achy all day, and now I can't find any comfortable way to sit or lie down without stressing some joint. And my adviser yesterday pretty strongly implied that I've got my priorities wrong if, when a math thing and a physical therapy appointment are at the same time, I go to physical therapy.
I'm getting really sick of this. It's like, since I look pretty much OK, people expect me to just be OK. The second that I take off the sling or brace, they expect me to just jump right back into everything. Doesn't work that way. Even when I don't need to wear the sling or braces, my joints still hurt, and plenty of things are still more difficult for me.
Sorry. Ranting. Had a long day.