Week 2 is a mentally hell week

Hmm... Let me think about what I went through in the second week of the driver's course.

For the past week, I've been driving a landrover. Equivalent to the size of a normal car. This baby runs on diesel, and it's clutch control and biting point is a pain in the ass to feel. My instructor have been shouting at me since last monday, and I've sworn to cover my ears with plugs should the situation worsen. Of course, with such a move, the other parts of my body, namely my eyes, hands, legs will quiver or simply freeze on the spot, leaving my instructor to move the legs and hands himself, and all the more shouting.

Nothing like this has happened when I had a temporary swop with the other instructors for one or two days. I swear, those one or days are the only morale-boosting parts, that at the very least, I could drive a vehicle.

After a few public rantings behind the instructor's back, I guess I got owned in the end by the instructor. So I opened up a bit, and finally drove like a normal Joe.

Woo!!! The driving was si bei shiok!!! Until I migrated to the big white elephant, the 3-Tonner Iveco Fiat on Saturday. This big boy also runs on diesel, but due to new trucks coming in, this guy got relegated to just training vehicles in the driving course.

It's a tough vehicle to control. Air operated brakes, means that the brakes won't actually work until you push in the pedal and get the air pressure to the max. Point of view is elevated, and that means looking at the left blind spot is like looking at a small puny mirror looking downwards.

And the vehicle is long; turning has to be more control and more gradual. And the gear lever! it's fucking harder to move in than a car or landrover!

now I have to drive this vehicle for 4 days, 100minutes a day, and at the end of it, treat it like a normal car.