Gah, had the driving lesson today in my Dad's car.
Kept cutting out, wasn't used to the pedals. The car itself is more powerful, so I'm going too fast, then I need to brake harder, and the clutch was more worn and...lighter than in the Fiesta.
Then my instructor kind of told me off for not indicating when pulling in or moving out, and not using my mirrors and checking the blindspots. (it was an empty road so there was no immediate danger, but I really need to start doing it...)
Then I stopped too short from a Stop line, startred up again indicated right, inched out a bit, dude in Porsche Cayenne Turbo S is signalling right against me, flashes at me, put I didn't really cop it straight away because his indicators were on aswell, then the fucker started beeping at me, as did the litte bitch behind me.
Why is everybody mean to me?