Cut through the park on the way to my driving lesson today instead of taking the bus, since the path’s been doing that whole leaves-turning thing this week and I wanted to actually look at it for once.
Somebody was out walking maybe 20 or 30 feet ahead of me nearly the entire way, same slow pace, never really caught up and never tried to.
Got to the lot 15 minutes early and just sat on the curb instead of waiting inside. Instructor said I’m finally getting the hang of reversing into a space, which after 3 lessons of nearly clipping the curb every time felt like something.
Knitting tonight, hands still a little shaky from gripping the wheel too hard.