My father taught me to drive; standard transmission. After many, many practice sessions he came out to the car with a full cup of hot coffee – this is before travel mugs with lids became big business. Did I say it was full and hot? I was to drive while the coffee cooled to a temperature he could drink and I wasn’t to spill any; I passed that test first try.
Fast forward to this last two weeks, George is teaching the forklift class. As a single-seater, naturally he won’t be sitting beside me with his hot coffee, but a large part
of our testing has to do with smooth, seamless transitioning throughout the test. There is water in each of the top bins – the ones we are to move. The bottom bins within the stack are still empty and easily movable: interpret this to mean don’t bump into them or the test just got harder. Although he is telling me I have progressed tremendously in a week, it is still very obvious when I get flustered and frustrated as I bump into the bottom bins or make the water slosh all over.
I want to pass this driving test as successfully as I did when my father trusted me with his cup of hot coffee. For an hour or so a day, sometimes twice a day, I have been out in the hot sun driving and maneuvering. This last couple of days I am happy to say there have been some critique sessions where the bad habits I am developing have been redirected and corrected. I plan to go practice again this afternoon and have my test scheduled for Thursday morning. Wish me luck – I will let you know the results.