Sorry Fellow Female Drivers - I Harmed The Cause

I did a stupid thing on Monday. I did not help the cause for women driver's the world over. I (only very gently) crashed into my boyfriend's car while trying to parallel park.

The worst part  - apart from causing actual damage to both his car and my own - is that for a very quick, fleeting moment I considered not telling him about it. The dent and paint etched onto my car however, plus the two brand spanking new dents in his would have given me away so I decided to be brave, and tell the truth.

He took it rather well. I feel terrible and actually embarrassed. Needless to say I won't be trying to that stupid maneuver ever again.

P.S. Who actually does parallel park in real life - other than having to do it in the damned test...

Enlightened Automatic-Only Mind verses Manual UK Drones

Those fortunate few who bore witness to my mini freak out yesterday will know that I now have a car for the very first time in my 26 years on this green and pleasant land.

Today is the second day of my car ownership and I still have yet to drive the damn thing. What I did do today however was wash, wax, T-Cut, buff, spritz, more buff - some hose action also went down. My main concern is driving. As I explained yesterday, I haven't actually driven since my test back in 2007. Did I mention it was my fourth time too? No, probably not. It's not the most thing I'm proud of to be honest; I learnt to drive automatic, not manual, automatic.

The UK on the whole seems to have an issue with people who have learnt to drive and can only drive this sort of transmission. They turn their nose's up. They wonder what your problem and why it is that you can't handle a manual car. I don't obviously, but a lot of others do. In the US, I know most people drive my kind of transmission: it's a simple, concise way of driving. There are no distractions with gear changes or clutch control, which by the way I most obviously sucked at. I really do not see the problem.  Maybe someone could shed some light on it one day? All I care about is getting to my destination, be that home, work, shopping - wherever.

Many argue that they want to "drive" the car; "feel" the car. Who the duck cares!? Unless your racing in some exotic and glamorous Formula One circuit - where knowing how the car and engine feel is pretty important - why would anyone on their way to the shops need to know how the car feels? If it's gonna break down, more often than not you don't know it's coming otherwise you'd have taken it to a frickin' garage to get sorted! Driving manual doesn't give the gift of seeing the future, so when your manual car goes kaput, you're as much in the dark as me. The added bonus for me is: I don't have to concern my little automatic-only brain over having to get my gearbox changed because I don't have one. I see it as one less thing to go wrong, one less thing to spend my money on, giving me more cash for more important things like pretty shoes, dresses and everything else.

One Small Step for (Politically Incorrect) Man, One Giant Leap for Me

At the rip old age of 26 I am now a first time car-owner. Oh My Fucking God. Seriously.

To be clear, I haven't driven since that most glorious of days in June 2007 when I eventually passed the heinous test. Unless of course you count a drive on a fairly unsafe, two seater buggy through sugar cane fields in the Caribbean. During which I rear-ended a fellow holiday-maker, and who thankfully did not suffer from whiplash. No, it doesn't count? I thought not.

Again - oh my fucking god.