...My Turn?

Dave clung to his seat for dear life as they twirled round another corner. The roads, bearly wide enough for one car, had traffic going both ways and it got worse. They were driving through country roads, trees and hills blocking any visibilty and the smallest slip up would send them tumbling to an explosive grave in the valleys below.

Suddenly the car stopped.

"Right," said Jean, "It's your turn."

"... My Turn?"

"Yes, your turn. To drive."

'Oh, to drive, oh ok.' Dave had had a total of around 2hrs previous driving experience, which basically meant he now knew how to start a car... almost. This shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Dave sat down, took hold of the wheel, put his seat belt on, stared at the road and began to prayer silently to himself. The instructor said something, of cause not knowing any Chinese dave didn't understand a word of it.

"Just relax," smiled Jean from the backseat, "He'll make sure nothing happens, he has an extra break."

'Just relax. Good advice. Better to die relaxing. Off we go.' The car began to move, then shuddered and stopped again violently.

"What? What did i do?"

The instructor barked out something else, probably , "Oh crap, were all going to die!" Even the car didn't want Dave to drive. He tried again. Finally they were away.

The instructor shouted.

"Jean? What's he saying?" screached Dave, already drenching in a cold sweat.

"Oh, sorry, he said change gear."

"Jean. You REALLY need to translate quicker than that."

"OK, sorry. Your doing fine. Just relax."

'Relax. Gonna die. Relax. Gonna die. Relax....'

Driving is fun.