Had a driving lesson first thing this morning, 9am start, and my instructor swung by his usual garage before we’d even left the lot. Said he wanted to check something on the brakes first.
So I just stood there in this little workshop for about 20 minutes watching him work. Old workbench along the brick wall, a vice bolted right into the wood, drill sitting out like he’d been using it minutes before I showed up. Metal tools hanging along the whole wall, everything coated in that fine dust that never really goes away in a space like that.

Reminded me of my dad’s garage growing up, minus the mess. Kept thinking how little I actually know about any of it, I can barely handle a four way stop and there’s a whole wall of tools I couldn’t name half of if you asked me.
We finally got going and I stalled twice at the same junction I always stall at. Progress is apparently relative!
