Blog of a Thin Man

Just went out driving again. I just took my dad to the bank, took like ten minutes at the most. I did badly at everything. My stops were bad, my starts weren’t that great, I even parked crooked. But I think this is all because when I drive with my dad, my mind is busy repeating the reasons I’m getting my license.

I’m not sure what it is about having my dad next to me, but he seems to be pissing me off a lot recently. He complains that I’m not starting the car soon enough. I feel I should wait until he at least he has his foot off the ground.

I don’t have problems when I’m with my mom. Sure, I could improve, but I feel like I’m doing well enough to pass the test. Maybe it’s because I think my dad is a terrible driver. He’s always swerving back and forth. He only has one good eye and often he is craning his neck to use that eye to look at pedestrians walking the other way on the sidewalk instead of watching the road. He is jerky as he shifts and I just much prefer my mom driving.

I just need to calm down down, practice my maneuverability, so I can get my license and never drive again.