“The scale of everything is humbling; the area is a playground for giants, huge boulders flung about like marbles” Mirror, blind spot, indicator. Mirror, brake, hands remain on the steering wheel, stop. Handbrake, clutch, second gear, balance the clutch, full observation, handbrake down, drive. Blind spot, turn – push and pull! Don’t cross your hands, check the trailer in the mirror while turning, third gear. And off you go...
This inner monologue has been playing in my head for the past few weeks every time I approach a four-way stop. That’s not quite true; it’s less of a monologue and more as if I have a built-in checklist of Retha giving instructions in my ear. Retha being my driving-school instructor.
I’m on the other side of 40 and have had…
