Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Chesterfield is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, it’s all twists and turns. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.
First off, I roll into town, right? Chesterfield, with its crooked spire and all. I mean, who doesn’t love a church that looks like it’s had one too many pints? I parked up on St. Mary’s Gate, and the sun was shining. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
My first student, bless her, was a bundle of nerves. We hit the road on Ashgate Road, and she’s gripping the wheel like it’s a lifeline. I’m like, “Breathe, mate! It’s just a car, not a rocket ship!” But nah, she’s sweating bullets. We get to the roundabout at the top of the hill, and she panics. I’m shouting, “Go left! No, not right! AHH!” It was like a scene from a horror movie.
Then, we hit the Market Place. Oh boy, the market was buzzing! People everywhere, and she’s like, “What do I do?” I’m thinking, “You drive, love! Just drive!” But she’s fixated on the fruit stall. I mean, who can blame her? Those strawberries looked lush. But c’mon, focus!
After a near-miss with a cyclist (sorry, mate!), we finally made it to the A61. I thought, “Finally, some open road.” But nope! Traffic jam central. I’m stuck behind a bus, and it’s like watching paint dry. I’m tapping my fingers on the dashboard, thinking about how I could be at the Chesterfield Canal, enjoying a pint instead.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, asking if I wanna hit the pub later. I’m like, “Dude, I’m stuck in traffic, and I’m about to lose my mind!” But then, I see a sign for the Chesterfield Football Club. I’m like, “Oh yeah, the Spireites! They’re playing today!” Suddenly, I’m daydreaming about goals and glory instead of this traffic nightmare.
Finally, we get moving again. I’m trying to keep my cool, but my student’s still jittery. We swing onto Holywell Street, and she’s like, “What’s that building?” I’m like, “That’s the old Town Hall, mate! Historic and all that jazz.” But she’s not listening. She’s too busy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. I’m yelling, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!”
After what felt like an eternity, she finally parks. I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon. I’m thinking, “Is this what I signed up for?” But then she gets out, and she’s grinning like she just won the lottery. “I did it!” she squeals. And I’m like, “Yeah, you did! But let’s not do that again, yeah?”
Next up, I had a guy named Dave. He was chill, but he had this weird obsession with the spire. “Look at it! It’s so crooked!” he kept saying. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, it’s a landmark. Focus on the road!” But he was too busy snapping pics. I mean, c’mon! We’re driving, not on a sightseeing tour!
We cruised down to the Chesterfield Royal Hospital, and I’m thinking, “This is where the magic happens.” But then, we hit a speed bump, and he nearly launched us into orbit. I’m like, “Dude, slow down! We’re not in a rocket!”
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I parked up on Newbold Road, and I just sat there for a sec. Chesterfield’s got its quirks, but I love it. The people, the places, the chaos. It’s all part of the charm.
So, I’m heading home, thinking about that pint I promised myself. I pull into the pub, and as I walk in, I see my mate. “You made it!” he shouts. I’m like, “Barely! You won’t believe the day I had!”
And that’s Chesterfield for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of madness. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!