I love a road trip and of late it is often me, alone making them. I think back on the days when I could not drive and count my blessings that now, I can. I got my licence in Japan at the age of 40. I loved driving and did brilliantly in both the written and practical test. Buoyed by this, I was keen to hone my skills on the road. Sadly it was not to happen. The ex, (first one), is/was convinced that I would kill someone and when I was at the wheel it was a horrendous experience. He screeched and screamed and it seemed that every move made was dangerous. The thrill of doing so well in the exams, combined with the fact that driving equaled a sense of liberty soon died. Eventually a pact was made (by me) that I would never drive with him in the car. I know he regretted this as on the rare occasion that he would call, under the weather, for me to pick him up from the station, I refused.
Years later and I am now in the UK and have to drive, there is no option. Hubby no. 2 was a lot more easy going about me behind the wheel and over time my confidence grew. Luckily for all as I became the taxi. Step son’s, daughter’s and hubby’s.
Holidays took us to France and Spain and I drove. Dear friends live in Belgium and at fist I went with Japanese granny and the girls and now, I go alone. I love having the ability to get into my car and GO SOMEWHERE.