I remember my first driving lessons. Nervous, sweating palms, twitchy feet, hesitant movements and constant double checking of the roads before crawling along and that was just the driving instructor.
I kid, of course. Driving instructors are made of stronger stuff, and with due reason. While my driving lessons in Essex weren’t all that perilous – I’d had more than a few preparatory experiences behind the wheel – I saw and heard of many that were. And it’s not just in the UK too, as a stroll through youtube revealed:
Just as painful to watch is –
While I lack Google Translator’s ability to pick out what language is being spoken – let alone the actual words – I don’t think you need it to appreciate the level of terror in the voices of these instructors.