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Driving Experience


            ?Alright, I guess you?ll need the keys if you?re going to drive,? Ron, the driving instructor, said as he handed the keys to Angela for her first drive time. Angela's parents were originally from Bangladesh, giving her a natural tan. Her long black hair made her somewhat attractive. Ron on the other hand, short and stout, made up for his looks by having a good sense of humor. Angela took the keys and opened the driver side door of the green Honda Civic, and she climbed behind the wheel. Ron took the passenger seat, while I sat down in the back, behind him, unprepared for the next hour.
             The car groaned like a sick dog as Angela tried to back it out.Oh, this might help,? Ron commented, then released the parking brake. I laughed quietly to myself while Angela slowly and timidly backed out of the parking space. I could already tell the next hour would be the longest one of my life. Ron waited until she backed out completely, and saidAlright, now you?re going to turn right on Jupiter.? Angela approached the exit of the parking lot, and began to turn the wheel counter-clockwise.No, your other left!? Ron exclaimed, and grabbed the wheel to correct her. The car crept into the right lane, and slowly accelerated. The wheel was in Angela's hands, and the car was not. I silently prayed for my life, as she turned the car into a weapon rather than means for transportation. .
             After ten minutes of mistakes, corrections, and near-death experiences, Ron directed Angela into a rural area. We were on a bare road, with a fifty-five mile per hour speed limit. Angela began to accelerate, and reached sixty miles per hour. She slowed down to forty-five, and then back up to sixty. Ron's left hand seemed to constantly be on the wheel, keeping the three of us alive. Neither Angela, nor I had uttered a single word the entire trip, yet Ron knew both of us feared for our lives. He did what he was paid to do, and hit the instructor's brake (a pedal on the passenger's side of the car) and kept us from rear-ending a white Oldsmobile.


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