Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in High-Peak is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First lesson of the day, I’m at the top of the hill on Edale Road. Beautiful view, right? But then, my student, bless their heart, can’t find the clutch. I’m like, “C’mon mate, it’s not a hidden treasure!” We’re stalling out like a broken record. I’m sweating bullets, and the traffic behind us is piling up. I can feel the eyes on me. “What’s this bloke doin’?” I can hear ‘em thinkin’.
Finally, we get it together, and I’m like, “Let’s hit the road!” We cruise down to the Market Place. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, and I’m tryin’ to teach parallel parking. You ever tried to park in a tight spot with a learner? It’s like trying to fit a whale in a bathtub. I’m shoutin’, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!”
Then, outta nowhere, this cyclist zooms past us. I mean, come on! I’m already stressed, and now I gotta dodge cyclists too? I’m like, “Dude, you’re not in the Tour de France!” My student’s eyes are wide as saucers. I can’t blame ‘em. I’m about to lose it.
After that chaos, we head down to the beautiful Peak District. I love it there. The hills, the sheep, the fresh air. But guess what? My student decides to take a selfie while driving! I’m like, “What are you doin’? This ain’t a TikTok video!” I mean, who does that?
We finally get back to the center, and I’m thinkin’, “Phew, that’s done.” But no! I get a call for an emergency lesson. Some poor soul needs to pass their test tomorrow. So, I’m off to the other side of town, down Glossop Road.
Now, this guy shows up late. I’m fuming! “You know we don’t have all day, right?” But he’s chillin’, like he’s on holiday. I’m like, “Mate, this is serious!” We hop in the car, and he’s got the radio blasting. I’m trying to teach him, and he’s vibin’ to some pop tune. I’m like, “Can we turn that down? I’m not trying to have a dance party here!”
We hit the streets again, and I’m praying we don’t run into more cyclists. But guess what? We do! This time, it’s a whole gang of ‘em. I’m like, “What’s with all the bikes today?” My student’s panicking, and I’m just trying to keep it together.
Finally, we get to the test center on Station Road. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m like, “You got this, just breathe.” He goes in, and I’m pacing outside. I’m thinking about all the crazy stuff that happened today. The stalling, the selfies, the cyclists. It’s like a sitcom episode.
Then, he comes out, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I passed!” I’m like, “No way! You serious?” I’m so happy, I could hug him. But, you know, personal space and all that.
So, I drive back home, and I’m just laughing. High-Peak, you crazy place! Full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the madness, it’s my home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’s in store!