I might be scary here, but the ending’s good…
I learned to drive with my mother screaming blood murder at me every time I touched the gas pedal. She had a stick shift, so it was a nightmare learning how to work the clutch. I had no problem with the mechanics of driving itself (a few wide right turns, then I was okay) but the clutch!!! And her screaming!
I failed my first driving test when I went through a stop sign that was on a street that looked like it merged into another street. The tester tricked me—he knew that street looked like a merging street but had a stop sign on it. He only took overconfident kids on that route. Ptth.
My first time out alone- I was dumb enough to venture out into rush hour, then a monsoon hit. I stopped too fast on a puddle and spun across the intersection. Everyone politely stopped to watch me creep my way back into my lane with with my head as low as it could go out of embarrassment.
I finally mastered the clutch when I was 18. I had to drive a sick friend home in Salt Lake City. I had no choice- it was either learn or fly backwards off the mountain.
I was in college in DC, so basically, learned all my good and bad habits from DC drivers. LOL!
But from all those things, I became an expert on stick shift and can change my own tires, and oil, and can drive nearly anything now.
I survived! No matter what happens, you too will figure it out and be okay!