Don't think it's been done before.
Anyway, a few months back, backing my mum's car out of the driveway (have had my Ps for almost two years now but hadn't done much driving at this point due to lack of car), I reserved out only slightly because I live in a court which strongly resembles a carpark.
Having pulled out, fearful of hitting the car(s) parked behind me, I put the car in drive and start steering, turning hard to the right to avoid the car in front of me. There's barely anything between us but having done the same before, I thought there'd just be room enough to sneak past.
Sure enough, I hear a thud sound and see the neighbour's car shake as the top right corner of my car hits it on the passenger side door. As any self respecting 20 year old in that situation would do, I sped away, shitting myself but thankful nobody was there to see me (hitting the car, not shitting myself).
After a couple hours of training with the lingering dread of coming home to see the car dented (thankfully my mum's car was unscathed), I drove* home, with every metre my anxiety increasing. As I rounded the corner, half expecting to see my dad or neighbour (or both) wielding an axe, I slowed down besides the car and quickly assessed it. Much to relief, it was unscathed and I turned into the driveway, never again to attempt to turn without ample clearance between me and the car.
I know, not the scariest story but I couldn't rightly start a stories thread with an empty OP, now could I?
*At this point my laptop inexplicably restarted, filling me with feelings of murderous rage and anxious foreboding, but much like in the story above, my browser loaded with my post intact.
Anyway, a few months back, backing my mum's car out of the driveway (have had my Ps for almost two years now but hadn't done much driving at this point due to lack of car), I reserved out only slightly because I live in a court which strongly resembles a carpark.
Having pulled out, fearful of hitting the car(s) parked behind me, I put the car in drive and start steering, turning hard to the right to avoid the car in front of me. There's barely anything between us but having done the same before, I thought there'd just be room enough to sneak past.
Sure enough, I hear a thud sound and see the neighbour's car shake as the top right corner of my car hits it on the passenger side door. As any self respecting 20 year old in that situation would do, I sped away, shitting myself but thankful nobody was there to see me (hitting the car, not shitting myself).
After a couple hours of training with the lingering dread of coming home to see the car dented (thankfully my mum's car was unscathed), I drove* home, with every metre my anxiety increasing. As I rounded the corner, half expecting to see my dad or neighbour (or both) wielding an axe, I slowed down besides the car and quickly assessed it. Much to relief, it was unscathed and I turned into the driveway, never again to attempt to turn without ample clearance between me and the car.
I know, not the scariest story but I couldn't rightly start a stories thread with an empty OP, now could I?
*At this point my laptop inexplicably restarted, filling me with feelings of murderous rage and anxious foreboding, but much like in the story above, my browser loaded with my post intact.
