The first point is how I almost died - again - but not really. I was sat at a corner waiting for a truck to turn. As it turns, it shifts to the left before shifting back to the right, making me absolutely shit myself because it got a little too close for comfort. It was funny because I saw the same truck a few more times. So the driver clearly had it out for me and was trying to kill me.
|Typical truck turning radius|
I know trucks have a larger turning radius and they need more room, but this fucker turned out in the middle of a turn before turning back in. So clearly the driver was the one not understanding that trucks need a little more room to turn.
The other thing that happened was that we drove up to the test centre where I'll be taking my practical driving test. All the tests were over for the day so Martin took me up there to take a look at the place and do a little practice parking. There's a small section of the car park there dedicated to people taking their test. At the end of the test we drive back and are expected to park perfectly; a feat I am still yet to do. I understand the basic trick of it. Parking is simple physics. I just lack the fine motor control (literally and figuratively) to do it. It takes moving the car very, very slowly, and I'm just not very good at that.
On the plus side, I was able to perfectly execute another three-point turn, and follow signs, which is something I've always been bad at.
My next lesson is tomorrow so let's see how that goes.