So I went alone again since, well, since The Turd moved up and his slot was next Tuesday.
And it turns out that it would be a boring time because… Well, because:
- I’m still stuck in my first lesson.
- The moment I saw my instructor, I disliked him.
- The moment he opened his mouth, I affirmed the above mentioned.
- I saw my group and my first thought was: DANG.
Turns out that instructor was rather technical and very anal.
So we did our warm up laps and whenever I was behind either of these two malay girls, I had to keep a good two to three bike distance away from them because I was seriously afraid that they would suddenly jam brake or just stop short in the middle of the road in the main circuit.
I got the whole hang of the gear-changing thing plus the accelerating and stopping and braking because apparently my bike was being co-operative FOR ONCE XD
And then in like, the last 20 minutes of the lesson, the instructor finally let us go into the mini-course with the cones and all that and we started riding around it. I did pretty bad, I guess. I mean, I could do it. I just couldn’t master it.
And when time was up, I was thinking (with a very heavy heart) that I would still need to repeat my stupid first lesson again. But… GUESS WHAT? XD
I CLEARED IT! I FREAKIN’ FINALLY CLEARED MY FIRST BLOODY LESSON!!!!!
So excited and happy cans?!
But I secretly thought that he finally passed me because, HEY! It’s been four darn lessons and I’m still at lesson one?! They must’ve really felt sorry for me man!
Yas was around since we finished our practicals at the same time and we booked together for next Monday’s slot since we were both now in Lesson Two (:
LESSON TWO! Sounds grand ;D