Regret, regret.
April 13, 2008I was reeking pressure from my 8-hour work training when I heard my dad ask me, “Gusto mo subukan i-drive ito?” Pertaining to our vehicle we used that Friday night. What? Me? Will drive?? But then… “Madali lang ba pag ‘matic? … Sige,try,” I immediately heard myself utter in response.
Never dared myself to even imagine being on the driver’s seat, much more wished myself to be on the driver’s seat. I was just never like any other kids who drool on learning how to drive just so they could stow their parents’ car away and show off their skills to their friends. Driving was just simply not on my to-do list.
I braced myself as I got a hold of the steers for the first time ever, then I felt my foot gradually forcing down weight on the pedal. I can’t believe I made our ride move [safely] from point A to point B (in which the distance in between I can’t really tell because I am not an accurate estimator of lengths and distances.) Driving is not as hard as I thought it would be! It’s actually even harder to pick your nose in public than drive an automatic car. I wish I have gotten a student’s license before I started being busy. Regret, regret.
happy new year!