Rosie’s First Lesson
‘Hi, you must be Rosie, your Mum told me to look out for a young lady wearing a red hoodie and carrying her books in a basket.’ Dave offered a hand, pleased to feel that his new pupil’s hand felt firm, warm and steady. Some new pupil’s handshakes were wet and clammy even before they gripped the steering wheel.
‘Pleased to meet you, I’m sorry I don’t know your last name. Me Mam just said she had booked me some lessons with Dave; and you would be waiting for me outside the school gates. Is that your car over there? I’ve seen it around here before. DWDriving School is it?’ Rosie sounded slightly nervous as she looked at the car that the silver-haired man was leaning against. She thought he looked and sounded friendly enough, though she wasn’t sure how old he was.
‘Just call me Dave. Yes, this is my driving school car just here, this silver one with the ‘L plates,’ he smiled as he patted the car, ‘Shall we get in then.’
As Rosie released her grip on the basket to open the car door he added, ‘Your Mum said you had never driven before, is that right?’
Rosie replied in a quiet voice, ‘I’d never been in a car before we moved here’.
‘Ok well it might best if you sit in the passenger seat to begin with and I will drive us somewhere quieter as this is your first lesson.’ As Rosie settled herself with her basket on her lap, he hopped round the car’s bonnet and sat behind the steering wheel.
‘Something smells nice in your basket,’ Dave’s tummy growled and his nose wrinkled as he sniffed the air. ‘Sorry ‘bout that, it’s been a busy day so I didn’t get a chance to stop for lunch,’ he felt he needed to explain.
‘It’s just some pies for my Nan; I’m doing a course in food tech. She can’t get out much but she’s always enjoyed my cakes, but I’ve never been much good at pies. My Mum’s are better but you’re welcome to taste one.’ Rosie added under her breath ‘if you don’t mind risking your teeth on the pastry’ and she thought to herself what a big nose you must have to smell them.
‘Thanks but I’m fine. OK, I’ll start by explaining the cockpit drill, the important mirror, signal, manoeuvre bit which I expect you have heard about, so then when I pull over on a quiet road we can swop places and you can have a go, how does that sound?’ Rosie said nothing but tightened her grip on the basket as they pulled away from between the other cars.
Suddenly she felt herself slammed against her seat belt as Dave braked sharply to avoid a little girl who had dashed out between the parked cars. Coming to a controlled halt to avoid an accident, he heard Alice mutter softly to herself, ‘What big eyes you must have to have seen her.’
Dave tried his usual chat to try to put her at her ease, nothing seemed to be working, but soon they had turned into a quiet tree lined lane. Parking at the side of the road, he turned to Rosie, ‘Ok now it’s your turn. Shall I pop your basket in the boot and we can swop seats.’
As his stomach rumbled again, Rosie said, ‘Please try a pie, the juices might have softened the pastry by now.’ As he placed the basket in the boot he thought it might be a good idea to have a bite. He was feeling really ravenous, and so helping himself he lifted one of the golden sweet smelling pies from under the red checked cloth and took a bite.
As he settled himself in the warm passenger seat, he licked his lips.
‘That was delicious,’ he said. He added, as turned to smile at the young lady sitting next to him, ‘Thank you so much it’s easier to concentrate when the pangs of hunger have been dulled.’ She thought to herself – what big teeth you must have to have eaten that pastry!
The rest of the lesson passed smoothly as Rosie learnt the basic lessons for becoming a driver. Dave only had to use his brake once when weirdly a baby bunny decided to run across the road. Luckily no one was injured and Dave and Rosie both agreed they were glad the bunny was OK.
When Rosie’s lesson was over, Dave got her to drive home as she lived on a quiet road and he knew her Mum would be looking out to see how she had got on. And as they pulled up, Rosie confirmed that it was indeed her Mum that was coming to meet them. Having checked that Rosie had parked his car safely, they both got out and Dave rescued the pies from the boot.
‘Yes Rosie did very well’, Dave told Mrs Hood ‘We’ll have her driving independently in no time.’
‘Thank you, I am so grateful, I hadn’t realised how important it is for young girls to be able to drive. I was brought up deep in a forest, no cars, and no buses; if we wanted to go anywhere we walked. But things are so different now and with my Mum having to move to an Old Folks home things will be so much easier if Rosie can drive.’ Dave just smiled and said he was happy to help.
‘We have sorted out her next lesson but here is my address if you need me. As I’ve just moved into the area I’m staying at my Uncle’s for the time being but you can always call me on my mobile, find me on facebook or email me at dwdriving.com. This is where I will be staying till the family join me and he passed her a slip of paper with his temporary address printed on it;
Mr D. Bunny (ADI)
c/o Bankside Cottages