Rory's On The Road Again

I’m having a few ‘refresher’ driving lessons. I’ve got the urge to open up my life a little work-wise and socially, and having a car is probably the best way to do that. I haven’t driven since passing my test however, so I thought I’d spend a few quid and get myself up to scratch. Ted thinks I’m wasting my money. He said “Once you learn, you never forget. It’s like riding a bike.” Cars, of course, have four wheels, so I suppose he’s half right.
This evening I sat beside a nice BSM instructor named Amanda and drove from my house up towards Wells, on the North Norfolk coast. We spent most of the journey there stuck behind an old couple in a Volvo doing 26mph, then spent most of the way back stuck behind a tractor and trailer loaded full of steaming, stinking animal shit on it’s way to be ploughed into a field somewhere. Amanda said “Get used to this. It’s the truth of Norfolk driving.” According to her BSM ID card, she moved here last year after learning her trade in Essex. I’m guessing she’d like to go back.

RC 22-9-10