Before buying a new car, I have known I am a terrible driver. Actually, I haven't had enough experience of driving, since my family doesn't have any car. And my father always hated to drive himself, one day it happened that we family visited grandparents' grave in Hukaya city, Saitama prefecture. At that time he hesitated to drive and I was only the person who had a driver license except him. After I got a driver license, I only drove a car twice, and I went through Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway which is crowded with many traffics and it's one of challenging for the beginners. But I'm still alive that means my skill is not so bad, I suppose. 

What really made me feel bad at driving was because of a trainer at a driving school to which I went. I still remember her name, which is Junko. Somehow I remember only her first name. I never called that name, even I didn't call her by any name but I remember her nameplate hanged on the dashboard of the passenger seat. She looked to be in her late twenties. She wore very light brown hair, almost close to blond. Every trainer put on uniforms at the school, her as well, but she wore the uniform roughly, not neatly. The collar of her shirts opened too wide more than necessary to just avoid heat. Her way to speak was so harsh and cold and when she taught, always she sounded like she gave an order to someone. Her attitude made me imagine she was a bad school girl and grew adult as remaining most part of it. She never screamed nor spoke even loud but her cold voice had a kind of power to force someone to obey her saying. I was scolded by that voice every time when she taught me. 

That experience made me think I am a bad driver. And recently, on the 3rd day after I bought a car, I tried to practice by myself so I moved the car, then unfortunately and expectingly in a way, I bumped the right side edge of the car on the wall of my house. But at that time I didn't feel blue at all because people mistake, and that's people learning from that mistake. This is one of the experience, I thought. 

And the next day, I tried again. After I finished work, I drove around my neighborhood. I was moving forward very slowly, maybe less than 20 km per hour. But I still scared to go into big roads because once if I came into there, I would have to drive faster. I wasn't sure if I made it but I was sure if I drove fast I would have an accident. So looking at Google map, I was avoiding to come across the big roads. Suddenly, I heard a sound "bang!" from my left side. I stopped the car panic on the side and came out to check what happened and I found that the left side mirror of the car was missing. There was no mirror but just frame, totally dark and unseeable anything like my future. I walked back to the direction from which I came, then I saw the mirror dropped on the road. It seemed I bumped the mirror on a tree while I was distracted by looking at a map. Even how much a man was positive and optimistic, if he bumped a brand new car twice in four days and lost its side mirror, he would be depressed. So was I. And I learned I shouldn't practice by myself yet. I need someone instructs me, but hope not light brown hair lady.