I still remember taking driving lessons some 20 years ago when I finished my Form 5. Wow! That was a long time ago!
Yesterday, the family was having dinner and we were all proud to say, we managed to get our driving license with just one try, except for my brother. Hahahaha!
My third aunt also took driving test back then, probably in the 70s. She said, she didn’t know which way to go during her parking test and somehow still manage to pass. We all laughed at her. Then, she said she flunked her motorbike test because she couldn’t lift the motorbike after she fell when trying to do the number “8″ manoeuvrings. She said she waited for people to come help her to get her up when she was pinned under the motorbike as she fell because she just didn’t have the strength to get up. LOL.
As for my first aunt, eventhough she has taken the driving test and passed with flying colors, we were in grave doubt she could drive properly. I remember she told us, she never stops at traffic lights or any stop signs because she’s worried that if she stops, the car engine would die on her! It’s a miracle within the short span of time she spent driving on the road, she did not encounter any accidents! I guess it’s good that she no longer drives! Otherwise, she would put people’s lives in jeopardy!
I think among the old ladies, my mom is the one who drove the longest. She had no choice because she had to send us to school and ran errands because of a husband’s absence. Dad was with the army.. it wouldn’t make much difference if he’s home anyway…So, circumstances made her independent.
I still remember when I first gotten my license and gotta send my sis to the tuition centre in the rain. At the traffic light, yes, you have guessed it, the car engine died on me.. and everyone honked the shit out of us! With my sis screaming behind me when I was panicked shitless, I didn’t want to drive ever again! On the way home, my brother took over the wheels (without license!) and drove us home smoothly. That is why I didn’t drive for another 9 years down the road after I got my license until I HAD to when I got a new job. The banshee screaming of my sis sitting behind me still etched deeply in my conscience! So sis – it’s your fault I am such a wuss in driving. LOL!
Also, so now.. friends, you understand WHY I hated driving so much. Whenever I get into the car, I would heave a deep breath of burden. I simply do not enjoy driving.