I’m cruising around in my white Mazda CX-5 sporting my “P” plates—proof that even after 50 and a few knocks to the head, I’m still trying to get my driving act together.
Staying in one lane? That’s a work in progress.
I drive slower than a snail on a Sunday stroll, probably because my coordination isn’t what it used to be.
Oh, and I lost my licence a while back after a few run-ins with drug driving laws—so here I am, proudly back on the “P” plates, doing my best not to turn every trip into an adventure.
Practice makes perfect, right?