I Don't Guarantee the Cops Won't Stop Us, An Adventure in a Four-Wheeler

Flight

On January 9th, 2012, my dad took a plane to California. During the week, my mom leaves early in the morning to go to work and my younger brother has no say in what I do. Therefore, it is time to have a PARTTTEEEEEEEEHHHHH. Ye, in a car.

The Eve

A week after my dad left, I work up the guts to drive his car tomorrow morning. I text Tasnia (a friend from school), asking if she needs a lift in the morning.

Perplexed, she asked, "How come? Are you driving?"

"Fuck yeah," I replied.

"I thought you didn't get your full license yet. And with who's car? o.O"

"My dad's car. He left for the States a week ago. And nope, no license, just my apprentice."

"LOL oh boy." Not surprisingly though, she says, "Sure :D What time?"

"7:30 a.m. be at the metro near my house. I'll pick you up."

"Okay. :)"

"We'll pick Flo up on the way too." Flo is my boyfriend. "I don't guarantee the cops won't stop us on the way though. :P"

"LOL Okay. XD"

7:30 A.M.

I did not prepare for the icy rain that happened overnight. I woke up at seven o'clock, usual wake-up time to go to school if I took the metro.

7:20: I am out of the house. I realize it is going to take some iron man arm power and some knowledge in cars to get the ice off the glass panels. I never drove alone and much less had to deal with an ice-coated car on my own. I know I have to turn on some heater, but which button? Rahhh, why are cars so complicated. According to my hypothesis, the button with a toaster on it and heat waves might do something. Five minutes later, it seems to have an effect on the back panel.

7:30: I am late to pick up Tasnia. Only one of the small windows' ice is off. My brother just walked out of the house. I am desperate and ask him for help. He knows more than I do about cars; guys are just like that.

"You have to turn on the heater at maximum capacity," he says matter-of-factly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Why am I so dumb when it comes to cars.

7:50: Ice is off, car rolling, I drive to the metro. Poor Tasnia is shivering in the cold. Good thing the car was heated for 20 minutes at maximum capacity.

8:00: I pick up Flo and off we are. All three of us on an adventure with me at the wheel. Asian women have the reputation of being really bad drivers. Well, truth is, I conform to this stereotype.

Along the way, there was quite a few of (most of it from Flo because Tasnia does not know how to drive yet):

"Look at your dead angle before turning Mina."

"Okay." I turn while I'm looking.

"Mina, turn there."

"I know." But I didn't turn.

"Mina! Watch out for the other cars!"

"Okay." I almost scratched a few cars along the way.

Needless to say, I am a danger for the public when I drive.

8:25: Finally at school, safe and sound. However, I am late yet again, twice in a row in the same week for Creative Non-Fiction.

Sorry Professor Walser.