wiggerbeater wrote:
Try having somebody drive you out to the sticks, and practice there. Nobody is good in traffic when they first start.
That's as far as I got.
Although it was with my dad.
My dad's a high-ranking cop used to ordering other cops around.
He would go ape-sh** every time, scream and yell, cuss me out, threaten... which would make me freak out twice as bad.
I mean, the moment I showed signs of getting nervous "g-d dammit, don't even
think about turning p*ssy on me again... g-d DAMMIT!! !" And that alone could cause me to freak out and lose control... and he'd grab the steering wheel and I'd be in very deep doo-doo.
Everyone said he was the wrong man for the job.
He's a great dad, despite his rough manner. But others have said that he can't teach a person like me how to drive.