The terror of the roadways
I moved Thursday’s driving lesson up a few hours to avoid the severe weather (which didn’t actually happen, but I’m not objecting). I can’t be doing too badly if my instructor takes me out on the interstate my second trip out, can I?
My left turns are better now, I don’t mess up my lane position, and I can handle that bizarre median at Tokay and Segoe just fine. I could use a bit more practice merging into interstate traffic, because my instinct to slow down in order to be safe is just exactly wrong, but I’ll get it right next time.
Can’t say enough about how good my instructor (”Drew” of Four Lakes, ask for him by name!) is. He’s been doing this for umpteen years and is very laid-back about it without letting me get away with stuff. I never got my license the first time because driving with my mother freaked me out. Her screams are being replaced in my head with Drew’s calm litanies, and that is all to the good.
I might just pass my road test in late July. I might just. And then, ph34r me, all you drivers! Maybe we’ll do another southern-Wisconsin road trip in August…