Wouldn't you like to Drive Like a Rockstar?
The 15th October 1991 is a day that I’ll never forget. It was the day that I felt like I’d finally become a proper grown up as I heard those immortal words… ‘You’ve Passed!’
I was never really interested in school. GCSEs were something you had to do, and A Levels were what you did, if you couldn’t think of a viable life alternative to staying at school, which I couldn’t. Both involved the 50:50 prospect of pass or fail, but as long as I scraped through, I was quite content. Able but idle, were three words that could often be found on my academic school reports, but when it came to ‘driving school’, that was an entirely different matter.
From the age of about 2, I apparently displayed a talent behind the wheel, as I skilfully steered the ubiquitous and large (circa 1970s) round ashtray that would normally occupy two thirds of the coffee table in our house, around the carpet on the floor in the lounge. This was my steering wheel, and from that point onwards I was single minded in my desire to one day swap that ‘steering wheel’ for the real thing.