by Kennedy Jackson
Since freshman year, I have been so excited to finally be able to drive by myself. Turns out, the Jokes on me because I didn’t realize the process of a permit and intermediate. So, I barely passed the written test and panicked on thevision test, but low and behold, I got my permit. In my head, I was zooming down back roads with my friends blasting music… but, in reality, I was driving my brother’s SUV with no a/c while he nagged me for driving too slow.
Driving is difficult and I have the attention span of a baby squirrel. I went home every day and begged someone to let me drive. My stepmom drives a Mercedes so, that’s always a no. My dad drives a big Heehaw truck that knocks the wind out of me when I try to climb in it, so that won’t work.
So, it finally came time for me to find my own car. I dreamt of a Honda Cr-V which was actually impossible tofind and crazy expensive so, I ventured into smaller SUVs. Let me tell yall, car searching is difficult. Apparently, $2,000is too much money for a first car? Who knew? Craigslist was a bust, and I wasn’t lucky enough to have a parent’s hand me down so I searched for days on Facebook for the perfect car. Dad was standing over my shoulder as I scrolled past one million rust bucket cars but stopped me when he saw this little black one for 800 dollars. “You’ll look good in that one,” he said. He didn’t like the look. He liked the price which proved to be a problem.
When we test drove it, the driver’s seat was busted out of the bottom and a window was being held up with an empty pack of Camels. It wasn’t exactly my dream car, but a car nonetheless. So, we bought it. I named him Daryl.Daryl is a black 2003 Saturn L300. Which in 2003, was considered a luxury car. But my Daryl smells like dirt and the doors are smoke stained. I put the way too common bohemian seat covers in him and hung a Rosary that smelled of vanilla from the rear-view mirror and fell in love.
I couldn’t wait to go for drives on country roads and go to drive-ins. But, it was August and I couldn’t get my intermediate until October. I have been driving Daryl for 3 months and he has been in the shop twice. Once for some technical thing, and once because the heat didn’t work.
Now, the time has arrived for me to take my driver’s test. I’ve asked my friends how difficult it is one million times and perfected my three-point turn. However, the most difficult thing I’ve ever done is parallel park. I practice day and night but for some strange reason, I can’t get it right. The whole turn it this way and do this then turn it back just isn’t clicking for me. I have panicked like no other.
I’m convinced that I just won’t ever get my license. I am going to have my brother drop me off for college. But, today at 1:30, I’ll finally take my driver’s test. Last night I parallel parked six times and did it correctly three times and hit the curb three times. I had dreams about driving. And this morning when I drove to school with my dad, it was textbook. Perfect turns, 10 and 2, hand over hand, the whole shebang.
I’ve run it all through my head over and over again. “Maybe if I distract the instructor by talking about the weather or kaleidoscopes he won’t notice that I’m driving in someone’s front yard,” I’ve thought. I sure hope so. I’m making my dad check me out two hours early so I can practice. Wish me good luck!