Yesterday, in preparation for the operation and the need to drive with my right foot, I had another lesson.
This time it was around the streets of Churton Park (which incidentally is a place I’d never seen before). Blimey what a lot of new houses and empty streets.
ER no not completely empty.
It was stressful, but I did successfully navigate a few crescents and narrowly miss a car coming from my left while I tried to ascertain whether or not my foot would accelerate me fast enough to get out of the giveaway sign before the one on the right got close.
I am aware that if I stray into using both feet as the instructor suggested I’ll get completely confused. It’s not my conscious mind but my unconscious one that gets confused. I’m acutely aware that I have to keep the left separate from the right. It also brings up those old emotions about learning to drive.
The confusion was added to it all when I changed accelerators to drive home and put my foot on the accelerator (not the clutch) in very old memories (I drove a manual for 40 years). As I drove home I had to really concentrate on not using the right foot. Weird.
The driving instructor had a wee chat with me about whether or not it was worth going through all that trauma again. The email I received when I got home (from his wife) says
Wayne has said not to worry about payment for today.
He was pleased to help you sort out your concerns.