Date: 19.01.2009
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
5 comments:
AT LEAST now I know how to handle my dad. :P
No really, I'll let it be known that I want independence muhuhwahaah.
And funny post! :P As funny as I heard it IRL ;)
I knw...its a thng wid parents.Evn my mom constantly used to nag at me frm d back seat evn aftr i gt my license...and then, back home, talk of being self-sufficient...quiet funny, ironically :-)
tell me,do all dads read from a common "how to be a dad" manual?
thanks to dad,i almost banged into a tree once because he forgot his left and right
:P
Atleast you were driving. After her accident, my Mum used to instruct even the rickshaw puller, huh!
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