According to his instruciton, I parked it on the should of the road in the silent street in the town which was very close to the very rich town, Beverly Hills.
In the car, he bagan to teach how to grasp the steering wheel and how to turn it from the first fixed poisition. And the next point is how to place your eyes and what you should check when you change the lane.
I learned several points I must check in detail. And I was told, "Well, then, let's drive a little more!" I started driving, but I was pointed out a lot at once, so my brain panicked, my body was stiff with a lot of tentions and I was totally bad at driving. The tensions reached maximum and I couldn't drive. Mr. Jay seemed to think that this was too bad, and he told me to park the car on the shoulder again.
That days' lesson was a two-hour's one, but I was mentally exhausted around the end the lesson, and I was just wondering if I would be able to continue this lesson every day. However, no matter how painful it may be, I have to master driving as soon as possible, so I decided to stop being depressed and complaining. After that, I could continue to receive special trainings from him after every day while taking over the work.
However, his bad mouth and noisy annoyance escalated and I was struck by the following words every day.
"When you're driving, look at the rear-view mirror constantly once every 15 seconds!"
"When you turn right, you only have to check if there is a car coming from the left! You don't have to look in front or to the right. "
"Keep a good distance from the car in front of you. Leave the distance between the car in front of you by one car. Do it. "
"Your speed is too slow. We were not turtles! p, speed up quickly. Hi!, Accelerator! "
Every time I couldn't do what I was taught, I was exposed to extremely harsh words.
Every day, whenever each lesson was over, I usually feel regret in my mind, "Why did I choose this teacher? It seems that there are some kind female teachers."
Everyday I was terribly and strongly depressed, however, I could only encourage myself. And I would continue to challenge Mr. Jay, who has a face like Beat Takeshi!
And one day when I finally became able to operate the car according to the teacher's words to some extent. The teacher suddenly said, "Mr. Takaoka, let's get on the freeway today." I instinctively said in my heart, "NO WAY!".
TO BE CONTINUED！