Driving IV

After getting my new instructor, driving has been an absolute breeze. I think I'm finally beginning to enjoy the experience, and feeling of being in control of a vehicle that can travel at 100kmph. It just feels good, when you feel yourself zooming forward with the slightest press of your foot... it's so effortless. Too bad there's so much traffic in my way. If all the other cars and obstacles on the road could disappear, that'd be nice.

So I've improved at driving. In fact, I'd go so far as to call myself a good driver. I don't do stupid shit on the road, I give way, I check for oncoming traffic etc. Too bad my Dad doesn't agree. Then again, when does he ever agree with anything I do/say? I drive to school in the mornings, and he continues to yell "BREAK" and "ACCELERATE" interchangeably. On Thursday night, on returning from badminton, he told me to speed up while I was slowing down for a roundabout. Then I was like, NO, because there's a fucking roundabout ahead and I didn't want to drift out of a tiny suburban roundabout. Then he's like, "THE CAR BEHIND YOU IS GETTING IMPATIENT."

At that point I felt like slapping him in the face. But I didn't, because I'm driving and because he's my Dad. So I thought about slapping him in my head instead. Instead I told him to stfu, because you slow down at roundabouts and quite frankly I don't give a fuck about the car behind me. After exiting the roundabout, he told me to speed up again. I had already accelerated to max. speed.

Then I had to explain to him, "50kmph in suburban areas, unless otherwise signposted. I'm already going at 50, and since I'm on a learner's license it'd be advisable NOT to speed." Then he's like, "Huh? Isn't it 60 in this stretch of the road?"

...Goddamn, I hate drivers in this area. They don't indicate, and they travel at 10kmph + whatever speed is signposted. Dad gets super-anxious when there's a large gap between me and the car in front. WELL THAT CAN'T BE HELPED IF THEY'RE SPEEDING AND I'M NOT. He's like, "WHAT IF OTHER PEOPLE OVERTAKE YOU, IT'S DANGEROUS OVERTAKING BECAUSE THESE DRIVERS DON'T INDICATE, THEY JUST CUT RIGHT IN." ...Well, I guess that's a legitimate point there, but if I wanted to keep the same distance between myself and the car in front, we'd have to travel at the same speed, which is well over the speed limit. Whenever I do that, Dad yells at me to slow the fuck down. There's just no way to do things right. In the end I chose to obey the law and travel at the speed I'm supposed to. So every morning I have a bunch of impatient drivers overtaking me, even though I'm travelling at max. legal speed. As a result, Dad yells at me every morning.

It's okay though, because he's yelling less and less at me every morning. Not because I'm improved at driving, but I've finally learned not to talk back at him when he's making stupid remarks like "ACCELERATE" on a yellow light when I can easily slow down and break. Hopefully by this time next week, I'll have a proper license--- and you know what, even at this stage, I'm quite sure that I'm a better driver than Dad already.