Chapter 20 driver's license (1)

"Why did you park your car in such a place?" the examiner asked me. "Someone is coming up ahead." I replied. "There will be people coming from either side, please don't stop all the time!" The examiner shouted. This is my conversation with the examiner during the road test of the driver's license test.My speed on the road couldn't exceed 20 kilometers per hour, so the teachers in the driving school called me "the lady who talks fast and runs slowly".Moreover, when the examiner said "turn right" to me at a place without signal lights, I poked my head out of the car window and shouted at the coming car:

"Oh, I'm sorry, can I go there for a while..." But none of the cars on the opposite side stopped to let me pass, and they still drove past one after another.I didn't have the courage to push through, and after waiting for a while, I had to discuss with the examiner: "Hmm... can I drive to the next intersection with a signal light before turning?" Because of this, once I was supposed to turn between Meguro and Ebisu, but because there was no signal light there, I ended up driving until Nakameguro. "Like you, you can only turn at the place with signal lights, and you can't go where you want to go. How can you drive all the way here? I finally learned to drive, but I planned to go to Meguro, but I drove to Shibuya Valley or Shinjuku, isn’t it useless?”

The slightly fat examiner uncle said to me helplessly. However, it is not easy to be able to drive on the road, and there have been many twists and turns in the test for obtaining a temporary driver's license on the road.First of all, when I went to the driving school to learn to drive, I always felt a little sorry, even a little scared, when I saw that a huge car could be moved with a small key.Because I think it's really okay for a person with no power like me to drive such a big guy?So, every time I put the key in, I always pray and think: "It's fine if it doesn't start..."

When the engine starts to crank, I'm thinking: "Ah, it's still moving!" I also know that this kind of silly idea is absolutely not allowed to tell others, even if I say it, people will not understand.If you hate driving so much, wouldn't it be fine if you don't come to test your driver's license?But you still have to take the test, isn't it contradictory!Anyway, I always put the key in while thinking "it's fine if the car doesn't move".I also feel that, from this point of view, I am an "old-fashioned woman".Isn't it inappropriate for a woman to drive such an unsuitable behemoth with only her own strength?This is a machine, so it will be activated, but if it is replaced by a huge sumo wrestler (like the current small gold wrestler) or a large animal, then there is no way to make them move.

I secretly thought so in my heart.Having said that, twenty-five years ago, it was very rare for a woman to get a driver's license, so it's kind of interesting. My motor nerves are still relatively developed, and the learning to drive is progressing smoothly, and finally it is the day to take the test for a temporary driver's license. The examiner, sitting in the passenger seat with a pen and a large notebook with a black cover in his hand, made me feel a little uneasy.Mr. examiner is not the kind of person who says "Okay, let's start" with good spirits, but he is not listless, but an ordinary, serious-looking uncle who hardly smiles.

I followed the examiner's instructions to start the car.There is a simulated small railway crossing in the driving school. The examiner said: "This is a railway crossing, please be sure to stop the car before the crossing." There are two rails buried on the slightly sloped road. I parked the car in front of the crossing. My husband looked at me and asked in confirmation: "Would you like to park your car here?" I looked around, looked ahead, looked sideways, then checked the equipment in the car, and replied loudly: "All right!" Mr. closed the notebook with a snap and said:

"Please come down for a moment." When I got out of the car, Mr. pointed to the rails and said: "So, is it really all right?" I took a closer look at the direction Mr. pointed, and it turned out that half of my front wheel was pressed on the rails! "Oh My God!" I yelled.Mr. said: "Oh, oh, it's useless. If it's really railroad tracks, you've got a big accident!" indeed so. Sir opened the notebook and wrote something on it.