Driving is an
enduring task for me. I do not enjoy it, I get anxious always when I am on the
steering wheel. Back in PH, I tell my friends I don’t drive on weekends so I
can have a pass to be a passenger.
Here in America, I
passed the actual driving exam on the 3rd time, I am quite a lousy
driver, beware!! Once, Among Ching asked how come I am able to drive on freeway
when I am a newbie here, I gave them the “secret of 3”- full fuel tank, full
phone battery charge, Apple maps. The 4th, when the destination is
more complicated is Tylenol as stress causes me headache. J Having the
rosary, Bukas Palad and Laura Grace’s songs on the background are huge help to
calm my nervous nerves.
Each night as I
park Adam, my RAV4 at the garage I whisper a thank you to Jesus and my angel
for making me arrive safely. My heart rate
How I wish I can still drive Kobe, my ever first car which I actually drove in PH. It is manual transmission. The clutch, Primera, segunda...
Now I am telling, driving never makes me happy. I just have to do it. If only I can afford to pay for a chauffeur, I will.:)
