I was supposed to start my driving lesson at 12:30pm and I reached Fresh Cuts by 12:25pm. I specifically made that extra effort to be early today because I wanted to show my instructor that I take my lessons seriously. See, this is why I’m not a big fan of punctuality…because someone is always late and it’s either you or the person you have an appointment with.
Mr. R was almost 40 minutes late and I had to stand by the road of Fresh Cuts like a prostitute. It’s worse when you’ve got Filipino in your blood because it reinforces the stereotype. I called him twice: once he told me he was stuck in traffic, and the second time he told me that he was really close.
Anyway, I started driving at around 1:05pm from the Plaisance roundabout, into Cascade again. I had to do several errands: first, I had to stop by a takeaway shop and wait for him to order two meals; one for him and one for the lady that was in the rear seat. I then had to reverse out of the lane I had parked into, and back onto the main road. Then I had to drop her off at the Cascade-Providence roundabout and head back into town. In town, I went round BODCO, waited for the instructor to run a personal errand, and then drive back into town to the car park near Nouvobanq.
There I had to pick up another driving student and an ex-international school student called Lara who was very friendly towards me. We chatted for a bit while we waited for the instructor to run yet another errand. I then drove to Perseverance, tackled a few empty roundabouts and then went through Castor Rd. and made a complete stop at Huteau Lane, right at the outer border of Space95′s parking space.
By then it was already about 2:08pm. The positive: I reversed into the main road. The negative: Mr. R kept holding the steering wheel. ‘Til today I don’t really understand why he keeps doing so, I’ve managed to steer myself through North East Point and Cascade so I think he was doing it absent-mindedly because his mind was very far away from the actual lesson.
Today I will let it pass. I understand that the Indian Ocean Island Games has got everyone running around like a bunch of headless chickens. But colonizing the steering wheel is another thing. I will speak to him about it during my next lesson. I will simply ask him what I’m doing wrong that I still need steering wheel assistance.
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