Just got back from my first hour of P2 training. It was, catastrophic. And I’m being understating.

Miss Asyikin [Me no sure of her marital status, but she doesn't look like a mother to me. Or I just sucks at people-watching. Nah.] taught me the complicated art of side parking, tiga penjuru and naik bukit.

Side parking was okay, I suppose. Managed to grab it on my second try, which was a bit slow considering me as the subject here.

Tiga penjuru was, I failed. Pfft. She didn’t really told me what tiga penjuru was, so, yeah, I kinda got lost there. Of course I wouldn’t know where to go, I didn’t even know what I’m supposed to do to begin with!

I failed the naik bukit, too. In the nutshell, you guys better have a life insurance before climbing in the car with me driving.

And we went to hit the road a bit. I was on 20km/h, hit the clutch, and somehow, the freaking Kancil’s engine ceased to a halt.

Did I whine? Cuss? Cry? No, you must be delusional.

I laughed, of course. What else there is to do then laugh and restart the uncooperative engine?

Don’t ever think I’ve failed the whole driving thingy. I’ve got seven hours more of P2 training. So, yeah, it’s not that bad considering I’m still a freshman in this field.

You see, driving is so unlike cycling. Car is nothing like bicycle.

There’s only one suitable philosophy in driving: Practice makes perfect.

So I better bid thee adieu, start the engine and hit the road!