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Road Hazard (dp x dc)
Cassie looked to the side at the boy sitting next to her in the small waiting room.
"You nervous?" she asked and he looked up from whatever he was doing with his phone to answer.
"Eh." The guy answered with a vague hand motion and Cassie had to squash the need to pat his head kindly. Though he had to be at least sixteen if he was taking driving lessons, he looked way younger. With his messy black hair and big blue eyes he made her think of a disgruntled kitten that had been scruffed abruptly.
"I'm sure you'll do great!" Cassie couldn't help but want to encourage him. She herself had only just started taking the classes since she'd never found the time before.
But her words seemed to have the opposite effect as she wanted as the kid seemed to deflate at her words. "It's going to go terrible," he bemoaned.
"Don't say that," the demigoddess chided. "We're still learning this stuff. It's normal to have some issues still." She pointed to herself. "I can't seem to park, like, at all."
"It's not the same," the guy said. "Bad driving is in my blood. I'm literally destined to be awful at this. I had to take classes two hours away from my hometown because they didn't want to let me behind the wheel."
"Look," there Cassie paused, realizing she didn't know his name. "Danny," the kid provided helpfully after the short silence. "Cassie," she introduced herself.
"It's just a joint practice," she said. "So you won't be evaluated today. Nobody's expecting miracles here. So don't worry so much, ok?"
The kid exhaled audibly and let himself sag. "Yeah," Danny said. "Yeah, ok."
"Let's just do our best and have fun!" Cassie gave him a smile she hoped was encouraging and his own lips tugged upwards in response.
"Cassie Sandmark and Danny Fenton?" called the voice of the receptionist. The two stood up and were directed towards a man looking to be in his forties holding car keys.
"Who wants to start us off?" the man said.
Cassie looked to Danny. "Want to start?"
The kid heaved a breath. "Sure," he said, trying to sound resolute.
"Let's go," said the instructor, giving the keys to Danny before guiding them towards the car.
Danny got in the driver's seat, and Cassie looked on as he went through the steps of rearranging the seat and mirrors, putting on his belt. Then, the instructor gave the go ahead and Danny switched from park to reverse. He took off the hand brake before twisting around. He started reversing the car jerkily.
"Easy," the instructor said, then after a moment spoke up again. "Alright now you can go forward and merge with traffic."
Danny put the car to drive and took a deep breath as he signaled with the blinking light his next move. So far so good, thought Cassie.
And as if the universe had heard her, that was the moment Danny went full throttle on the gas pedal, propulsion the three of them onto the street, narrowly missing getting rear ended by the truck behind them. Cassie's yelp was drowned out by the cacophony of honks that sounded just behind her.
"Easy, easy, easy, easy!" the instructor was repeating which, to his credit, did seem to get Danny to slow down a bit, but then the traffic light in front turned yellow and the car once again roared to life as they dashed forward. This time the instructor yelped as well as one straggling pedestrian had to jump out of the way of the moving car.
So maybe, Danny hadn't been exaggerating after all.
#cassie sandsmark#wonder girl#driving lessons#This would've worked with Jazz as well but I like giving Danny more older sister figures#You can never have too many big sisters in your life#dc x dp#dp x dc#roxpox#roxpoxwrote
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No Driving Without A Licence - Cancel Booking Update
Driving Licence
Cosmetic update to include the lesson/test time in the Cancel Booking phone call option.
Useful as a way to discover when a Sim's lesson/test is.
Thanks to TheDarkLady for raising this.
#download#gameplay#driving licence#driving lessons#driving test#phone call#update#simblr#ts2#sims 2#the sims 2
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Jace: And what if I press the brake and gas at the same time?
Simon: The car takes a screenshot.
Clary: For the last time, get the fuck out.
#incorrect shadowhunters quotes#jace herondale#simon lewis#clary fairchild#driving lessons#the mortal instruments
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Another 104 Days of Phineas and Ferb GIFs: Day 42
#phineas and ferb#pnf#finding mary mcguffin#dr. doofenshmirtz#heinz doofenshmirtz#vanessa#vanessa doofenshmirtz#car#driving lessons#student driver#car crash#thumbs up#father and daughter#dad#disney channel#disney tva#disney tv animation#gif#my gif#104 days of phineas and ferb gifs
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Driving lesson's suck
I didn't tell them I have adhd
And he keeps telling me I need to "think ahead" and "try not to do everything at the last moment"
LISTEN MAN I...
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Public transport again because driving is kicking my arse and I can’t pass my theory test 😭🥺
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I drove a car for the first time and didn't crash it :D 👍
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My driving instructor said he trusts me 🥹
I have Tourette Syndrome and the idea of driving has always scared me. I have really good control over my tics, I'm very aware and in tune with my body and how it feels, and I have management techniques. Despite all this, and knowing I can pull over and take a break anytime, I don't trust myself at the wheel at all; I'm so scared I'll tic and cause a disaster, even though it's highly unlikely.
A lot of my anxiety whilst driving, I think, comes from that. Before every lesson, I feel like I'm going to have an anxiety attack. During the lessons, I feel like I'm not breathing, in fact I'm so tense that I barely tic at all. I'm the total opposite of relaxed.
I just don't trust or believe in myself.
But yesterday, I pulled out of a junction. I looked right, left, right and went for it. My instructor said, "well I trust you because I didn't look".
I can't express how much that meant to me. People have said things like, 'sorry I'll get someone else to carry my TV because your tics might drop it', to me which is incredibly hurtful. But he trusts me. I wanted to tell him how much this meant to me but I just smiled instead. I can't stop thinking about.
#tics#tourettes#tourette syndrome#tourette syndrome awareness#tourette's#driving lessons#trust#disability#neurodiverse#neurodivergent#this made me so happy
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Comic #306: Driving Lessons - Website links: Here!
I am finally taking driving lessons after avoiding it for far longer than I should from deep seated anxieties. It very much feels like pulling teeth! 😓 My budget is getting absolutely decimated from the cost, no free spending money for me for a while 🚗🐻💦
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No Driving Without A Licence Patch V2.1
No Driving Without A Licence
Resolves the oddities where a Sim could book a lesson whilst on vacation but not take private lessons in the family car.
While staying at their holiday home, a Sim ...
can "Study Driving Theory" (bookcase)
cannot "Go For Theory Exam" (self)
optionally "Take Lesson" (car)
optionally "Book Lesson" (phone)
cannot "Go For Test" (car)
cannot "Book Test" (phone)
See the Installation section of the web page for option details.
Thanks to @belladovah for pointing this out.
#download#gameplay#driving lessons#learn to drive#theory exam#driving test#holiday home#vacations#update#simblr#ts2#sims 2#the sims 2
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Just me or is driving kinda fun, on that note, just had my first driving lesson and the instructor looked like killer bean, in a good way.
#just me#life#my life#driving#killer bean#driving lessons#driving classes#driving core#driving aesthetic#cars#car#car aesthetic#car core
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right i need your help. i’m currently learning how to drive in a manual car (im in england btw), and have been since the end of october. i’m struggling no end and my instructor is not helping the stress. i’m about 11 weeks away from my test. i cannot do this. i’m not going to sugarcoat this but after my last lesson i considered self-harming and got quite suicidal again. ever since the first (and only) time i got in an automatic car, i felt comfy and have wanted to drive one since. my parents gave me these driving lessons for my birthday with no regard as to my preference or if i was ready. i was not. i knew i wouldn’t be but i had no choice. and i don’t want to sound ungrateful but my parents do what they think is best for me with no regard to my opinion/preference/to me at all and it really hurts bc they don’t listen when i try to talk to them about it. anyway.
i kind of want to start driving lessons in an automatic car. i want to know if i should stick with the manual a little longer or switch to automatic. i want to start paying for it myself, especially so i can have more independence (that my parents also want me to have yet don’t let me have). i currently have no permanent job as i am covering sickness as a temp rn. idk how long i’ll be there. idk who to talk to. i’m also worried i may burn out/may not be ready for driving lessons and get worse mentally (if that makes sense). i really don’t know what to do. so i’m asking you. should i stick with it a little longer? also what is the different between an automatic and a manual and should i go for it/is it safe to? please help. im also doing my own research around it but need other opinions.
#mine#i need experienced people to give me advice#or just anyone who may have an idea#or advice#please#manual car#automatic car#automatic vs manual#mechanics#advice#idk what to tag#tw self harm#tw suicide#cars#cw self harm#cw suicide#driving lessons#learner driver
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Today I lied to my driving instructor about having adhd, which had actually been recommended to me
Apparently if you do fill in you have adhd, you need to get papers and a special test I think? Which you have to pay for yourself and cost a lot of extra money
And driver's lessons are already hella expensive
Fuck this shit
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Driver's License
At this point, he's not sure why it surprises him.
At this point, he should know that waking up alone and walking out into an eerily quiet common room is a tell tale sign of some antic - both your's and Sam's.
He should know better.
And he still doesn't. Still he languidly wanders through the Compound halls like there isn't a high probability of havoc being wreaked.
"You could just tell him?" Bucky hears Sam mutter from the garage, where he hears the two of you rummaging around after he'd spent the first half hour of his morning figuring out why he'd woken up alone in a cold bed and where you'd run off to.
"You're the one that told me not to!" you exasperatedly exclaim.
This peaks Bucky's interest. It peaks his interest enough to disrupt his peaceful, quiet morning by poking his head into the garage.
And sure enough, you and Sam are there, walking towards the key hanger filled with all the keys of the motor vehicles of the Compound.
Sam plucks his car key off the hook, turning back to you, "Because he-"
"Because he, what?" Bucky wryly interjects, his arms folded as he leans against the garage doorframe.
"Bucky!" Sam guilty exclaims, immediately throwing his hands behind his back.
"James!" you greet with an equally incriminating expression.
He stands up off the doorframe, taking a few steps into the garage. His eyes narrow in suspicion. Not real suspicion, he knows you and Sam wouldn't really hide anything important from him, but there's still a boatload of trouble that you two could get up to.
And his trouble radar is beeping off the charts.
"Uh, we're just..." Sam begins, nudging you to continue for him.
"Yeah, we were just...." you start, only to falter when you have no real excuse prepared.
"Okay, no, see, you hesitated. Now our excuse looks like a lie," Sam guffaws, hands still tucked behind his back.
"Well, it is a lie!" you retort, as though Bucky can't hear every word you and Sam are saying. "Unless you were going to tell him the truth?"
"Still right here," Bucky announces, waving his hand at the two of you. "Can hear every word you just said."
"See what you did," Sam hisses at you, once again like Bucky can't hear your hushed conversation. "Now he knows we're up to something."
You clear your throat, turning back to Bucky who waits with a smug look and his arms still impatiently crossed. And with your best innocent expression, you explain, "Uh, well, Sam's teaching me how to drive!"
"Why didn't you ask me?" Bucky defensively questions. "I would've taught you."
"Er...Sam?" you quickly prompt, looking away from Bucky.
"Don't put that on me! He's your boyfriend!" Sam deflects.
"You are no help," you pointedly whisper to Sam. Then, you turn back to Bucky who still waits with his arms impatiently crossed. "Well, not to throw anyone under the bus, but... Sam said you weren't a good driver."
"What!? I'm a great driver," he adamantly defends.
You take a few steps toward Bucky, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder with a reassuring, warm smile, "And I believe that!"
"Do you?" Sam mutters.
You scoff, turning back around to glare at Sam. "Of course I do!"
"You're also a really bad liar," Sam mumbles under his breath.
"Sam also called you an impatient old man," you accuse, fully throwing Sam under the bus.
"Uh," Sam sputters. "Wait, why am I even denying it? He is an impatient old man."
"Anyway," Bucky redirects, ignoring Sam entirely. "Why didn't you just ask Fury to help you out? I'm sure he could've pull some strings."
"I did," you definitively nod.
"And?"
"And he said, 'Don't waste my time. If you want a license, learn to drive.' So here we are," you shrug, gesturing to the garage.
Bucky's eyes narrow in suspicion, "How long has this been going on?"
"Just since yesterday."
"Oh," he sighs, a bit relieved that this hasn't been going on for that long. "Okay, well that makes me feel better."
"Well, since you're here, you can come with us," you eagerly offer.
"He can?" Sam questions.
"He can," you insist, widening your eyes at Sam.
"Yeah, pfft... of course he can," Sam halfheartedly agrees. "But I call shotgun!"
You jolt away from Sam's loud announcement, turning back to look at him with a strange expression."What do you need a shotgun for?"
Sam sighs deeply, rolling his neck to preemptively release the tension of this driving lesson. "I call front seat. It means I call front seat."
"Oh," you nod. "You could've just said that."
"Just get in the car," he snippily orders, tossing you his car keys.
"Right," you agree, easily catching the car keys.
You pad over to the driver's side of Sam's car, unlocking the doors and climbing into the driver's seat. As you sit in the seat, reaching for the lever to adjust the seat, you already hear them bickering.
"Move your seat up," Bucky grumbles as he climbs into the backseat.
"No," Sam refuses, buckling his seatbelt.
"Move your seat up," Bucky demands again, this time with a swift kick to the back of Sam's seat.
"No, you're not even supposed to be here," Sam retorts, swatting away the metal hand that grips the back of his seat.
"Not to interrupt or anything," you interject, before reminding them, "But no one's actually told me what to do yet. We're just all sitting in a parked car."
"Well, first, adjust your mirrors. Then, put your seatbelt on."
You double check both mirrors and once you've clicked your seatbelt in place, you turn to Sam with a proud nod, "Done."
"Then what?" Sam prompts.
"Then use the PRNDL to put in drive," you state with confidence, remembering Sam's extensive, hours long lecture about driving and rules of the road from the day before.
"Yes - wait," Sam falters. "I'm sorry, the PRNDL?"
"Yeah, that's what Peter called it."
"It's called a gear shift," Sam corrects.
"A gear shift?" you scoff, your face furrowing. "No...I think I like PRNDL better."
"Alright, well whatever you want to call it, just put it in drive," Sam instructs, doing his best to hold back an eye roll.
"Oh, wait, before we start," you say, pulling a flashcard from your pocket. "Do you mind just holding this up?"
"What is it?" Sam asks, grabbing the flashcard.
"It's a cheat sheet."
He examines the both sides of the car with a confused expression, "This just says right- brake, left- gas."
"I know, so I don't forget."
"Huh," Bucky mumbles under his breath, staring out the window, at what he's sure will be the last view of his long life. "So this is how I go."
"What?" you ask.
"I said, you're doing amazing, Doll," he quickly lies.
"Oh, thank you," you beam, blissfully oblivious to the way Bucky fastens his seatbelt and anxiously clutches it like a life preserver.
"Okay, just to get you comfortable behind the wheel, we'll take a lap around the Compound. No one's out driving so it'll just be us."
"Okay," you nod, nervously clutching the steering wheel.
"Okay, you can go now," Sam instructs again.
"Okay," you nod again, your foot still firmly on the brake.
"You can let go of the brake now."
You gently ease your foot off the brake. And the second the car slowly rolls forward, you slam your foot back down on the brake. Both Sam and Bucky lurch forward into the embrace of their seatbelts.
"That's okay. You're just nervous, totally normal," Sam gently assures you. "Just easy on the brake. We'll start slow, you don't even have to press the gas."
You take another deep breath, easing your foot off the brake again. "Yup, just a 25 year old that doesn't know how to drive. Totally normal."
"If it makes you feel better, Steve was over 100 when he learned to drive," Bucky offers.
You anxiously chortle, but his joke does relax you just enough to cautiously release the brake so the car actually rolls out of garage and begins its descent down the long driveway.
"Hold on, Steve didn't learn to drive in the 40's?" Sam incredulously asks, turning around to look at Bucky.
"Nope," Bucky chuckles, a smirk on his face. "It's still a bit of a sore spot for him. He was a little guy."
"Oh my God, that's hilarious," Sam snickers. "Is that why he drives like a grandma now?"
"Yup," Bucky agrees. a humor-filled smirk on his face.
"Hey, Sam, can you maybe tell me what I'm supposed to do now?" you anxiously ask, the car still slowly rolling down the paved road.
"Right," Sam nods, turning back to face the road in front of you. "You can give it a little bit of gas. Just follow the road, it's one big circle around the Compound, it's a piece of cake."
With the lightest amount of pressure possible, you toe the gas pedal. The car steadily accelerates this time, without violently throwing anyone forward. You hesitantly nod, pleased with your progress, "Okay."
"You see? You're doing it," Sam encourages.
You take another breath, relaxing your shoulders and loosening your death grip on the steering wheel.
After a few laps around the Compound road, Sam decides you're ready to drive in traffic. Or at least, the very minimal amounts of traffic of upstate New York traffic that surround the Avengers Compound.
"I don't know, Sam," you wince, reluctantly pulling onto the open road.
"Just trust me, you'll be fine. Just keep doing what you're doing, but a little faster."
"Yeah, it's not that bad up here," Bucky adds, his head poked between your and Sam's seats. "You remember that one time we drove around here, barely anyone around for miles."
"Oh, when we-" you abruptly stop.
"When you what?" Sam urges, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Nothing," you mutter.
"What did you guys do in my car?" Sam demands.
"Nothing!" Bucky swears.
"Hardly anything," you simultaneously assure him, only realizing that you said the wrong thing when Bucky's lips press inward. To suppress a laugh or a wince, you're not really sure which.
"Tell me, right now." But both you and Bucky remain silent, both wearing equally guilty expressions. Sam gives up on trying to pressure you into telling him, instead completely turning himself around in his seat to glare at Bucky. "You're lucky I even let you into my car. You tore out the steering wheel of my last one."
"You did, what?!" you exclaim, whirling around to look at Bucky.
"Eyes on the road," Sam loudly scolds, turning around when he feels the car swerve on the thankfully empty road.
You quickly swerve the car back onto the correct lane of traffic. "Sorry."
It remains painfully silent as Sam glares at Bucky through the sideview mirror.
Your eyes still on the open, seemingly never-ending road, you quietly offer, "If it makes you feel any better, we got it cleaned afterwards."
"That does not make me feel better!" Sam angrily exclaims, his arms firmly crossed in annoyance.
You hear him mutter something about having to get another new car thanks to Bucky. He keeps mumbling to himself and you can't quite make out what he says, but you can tell by Bucky's mischievous laugh that it's probably not anything good.
"Alright, just slow down, you're gonna turn here," Sam instructs, ignoring his own irritation to proceed with the driving lesson. "Just ease your foot on the brake."
You nod, doing your best to lightly tap on the brake.
It doesn't work.
Because in spite of your best efforts, the car choppily lurches sending Bucky into the back of Sam's seat and Sam forward, only stopped a few inches from the dashboard thanks to his seatbelt.
"Oops," you wince. "Sorry."
"Well, we've got three more turns to loop around. Practice makes perfect," Sam encouragingly remarks. Then he turns his head to Bucky with a taunting, triumphant huff, "That's what you get."
And though your driving skills don't get exponentially better, you feel slightly better behind the wheel once you pull onto the familiar Compound road.
"I'll park it. I think Tony would kill you if you scratched one of his cars," Sam interrupts just as you're about to pull into the garage.
"And... nailed it," you declare, finally throwing the car in park in front of the garage.
"I feel car sick," Bucky groans from the backseat.
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