More and more women are now "saddling" the iron horse. Well, the time is so fast. A car has long been just a means of transportation and solving a bunch of problems: work, kindergarten, school, market, dacha, rest - everything is getting closer, faster and more accessible. Hundreds of women say goodbye to the driving school every day and drive themselves without an instructor. Scary? And how! Need to? Without a doubt! Will they be able to? Sure! And absolutely everything, at any age, with any social status and education.
Most importantly, you have decided that you will drive, it is necessary for you and you do not intend to retreat.
Most of all I am surprised by the ladies who declare after three days of independent travel: "The car is not mine! I will never learn to drive. I was told that you cannot drive with my psychotype. The car and I are incompatible."
Everyone can learn to drive. Is it an 18-year-old boy who somehow finished school and got behind the wheel of a KAMAZ in the army, or is it an illiterate peasant from the near abroad, famously cutting through the ancient "six" - are they smarter, smarter, more agile than you? They just sat down and drove off without stuffing their heads with psychological husks!
You, too, get behind the wheel and drive! Every day, without missing a single one, gradually expanding the area of their trips. Today you go to the nearest store for bread, tomorrow - to the far one for groceries for a week, the day after tomorrow - to the next neighborhood just like that. After a week, decide on a trip to your place of work. So you will be drawn in, through tears, fear, vows to yourself that this is the last ride on this "monster" …
Believe me, absolutely everyone went through this (except for a small number of women, as if born to drive a car, it is in their blood).
Some purely psychological advice (unfortunately, I am not strong in technical):
Make the first few trips alone, do not take a travel companion and, moreover, a child. Don't turn on the radio, don't talk on the phone. In the early days, you need complete focus on driving.
It is best to start driving during daylight hours and in dry weather. Night changes roads beyond recognition, and you need to start driving in the dark, getting used to the steering wheel, mirrors and learning how to navigate the road well enough.
If you have problems that cannot be solved on your own (the engine stalled and does not start, skid, flat tire), be sure to ask for help on the road. And they will definitely help you! You yourself will be surprised how many good, helpful people are behind the wheel.
If an incident happened and you stalled right on the road (well, you think, you rushed to release the clutch), never panic or fuss, turn on the emergency gang and start the car at least on the fifth attempt. Even if they start to resent the beeps around them, God is with them, they will drive around. Everyone once got behind the wheel for the first time and did stupid things even worse than yours. They just forgot …
In the early days, make a route with a minimum of difficult intersections (no left-hand turns on them), no traffic lights on the ascent (where you can still roll back and get in trouble).
If you do not yet dare to rebuild, well, follow yourself slowly after a slow-moving wagon, no one will complain about you. In the meantime, get used to navigating the mirrors.
If you still feel bad about the dimensions of the car, try not to park in "difficult" places. Well, if you just get off a hundred sweats from the effort spent, and if you touch someone else's Mercedes? It is better to drive a little ahead and park a little further and in a free space than to drink valerian and deal with the insurance company.
In winter, you also need to drive, if only in order not to lose your hard-earned driving skill. Believe me, for a beginner, it almost completely disappears after a month of inactivity and you have to start over. In big cities, in principle, winter does not change the driving style much, only the roads become narrower and there are fewer parking lots.
