Day 17

Day 17

The hum of the idling engine drolls,

Sitting and waiting for traffic to roll.

Light goes green, handbrake down,

Start rolling backward and look like a clown.

New clutch pedal and can't find the bite,

It's why my instructor keeps yelling “Oh S***e”

It's hard enough trying to reverse bay park,

It's worse in a multi-story in the dark.

Then a reversing car started to pull out,

“RRRRoooowWaaaahh” my dad did shout.

But I'm feeling confident and my test is booked in,

Just ignore the fact I crashed into the bin.