I really can’t believe that I have been driving for more than 23 years. I feel that time has passed so quickly. My driving level has not changed much from when I passed the driving school test and graduated with a certificate. Although I passed all the theoretical tests and road

really can't believe that I have been driving for more than 23 years. I feel that time has passed so quickly. My driving level has not changed much from when I passed the driving school test and graduated with a certificate.

Although I passed all the theoretical tests and road tests all the time, my driving skills were still not that good. The reason for my slow progress was attributed to my strange Mr. Mr.

never compliments my driving skills. He won't let me touch the car if he can.

When I bought my first car, it was still a manual transmission. He said that in a manual transmission car, the brakes, clutch, and accelerator work well together, and he was worried that I would not be able to switch freely, and would not shift gears when going downhill, follow the car, and stall when going uphill. He drives me to distant places and delivers me to nearby places. If he has something to do, he will either let me take the bus, find someone to drive for me, or ride a bicycle. I don't feel comfortable letting me drive by myself at all.

After switching to an automatic car, I no longer have to worry about the coordination of the brakes, clutch, and accelerator, but I still worry about my driving skills. I don’t have to worry about vehicle insurance, annual inspections, maintenance, repairs, etc. Even the daily car washing, cleaning, and refueling are all done by myself, keeping an eye on the fuel tank and refueling for me.

Once my husband was out and I went to the gas station to refuel alone. The gas attendant asked me to turn off the engine and open the fuel tank door, but I asked the gas attendant: How

should I refuel? Oiler: Press the switch. I asked the gas attendant awkwardly: Where is the switch? The gas attendant looked at me with a confused look on his face and hurriedly went to the car and pressed the fuel tank door button. I didn't even know how red and embarrassed my face was.

He was attentive and attentive to all aspects of driving, both big and small. That was why I didn’t have many opportunities to exercise and my technical skills were not proficient enough. Although

is said to be an experienced driver for more than 20 years, his level is far different. I don’t dare to drive to strange places independently for fear of unfamiliar roads; I don’t dare to drive to places with many people because of worries about difficult roads; I don’t want to drive late at night because I worry that I can’t switch my sight easily between lights...

Hey, sir, you are too in charge. Too much, they can't let go of me, and it's hard for me to improve my driving skills.