Tell me an interesting story about my learning to drive. Last year, I learned to drive with my friends. At first, I was honest. The next day, because we hung out on the construction site, we often drove a black car, which was faster to get started. The next day, the coach didn't care much about it. We all practiced by ourselves, and soon lost interest in reversing. We started to climb the hill and make an S-turn. At first, the coach slowly wandered around, and then the coach left. We Unfortunately, the coach passed by the venue and caught a glimpse. In the afternoon, my friends and I hid in the toilet to smoke, and we heard the howl of the coach killing pigs all over the venue. The uncle who was with us quietly carried the pot for us without saying a word! Haha

Because the driving school is in the mountains in the suburbs, the training ground is from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the farmhouse is at the top of the mountain, next to the canteen. The Zhou Shu is very high and dense, and it feels a little gloomy. At night, the mice are fearless, fighting wantonly and screaming. Other birds and animals came to look for food, rustling and croaking. In the middle of nowhere, it's very penetrating!

There is no TV in the dormitory, and the cell phone signal is poor. Only one cell is always disconnected in bad weather, and it is cold in winter. Learning to drive is boring. Occasionally, we go down to a restaurant in front of the driving school to watch TV, and then talk about something croaking. The old father of the hotel owner told us that there was a pile of graves under the dormitories changed by Nongjiale, where dozens of gas explosion victims were buried, and told us that there were no wild animals around here (in fact, this was originally the barking of wild animals, and I often heard the same cry at night when I was a child, and I also saw it with my own eyes). The old man did not forget to tell us that after decades, the horrible images of those people buried were still vivid. I was very excited to see what he said. Most of the other disciples were stunned, and I smiled without a word. I know many other disciples are going to sleep! In the middle of the night, I got up to pee, and I saw that all the rooms had not turned off the lights. Some chatted until dawn, and some were shivering with quilts. I moved two thirds the next day, probably because I thought I was sleeping in a grave, and I didn't dare to ask for a quilt, but it solved the quilt problem in our dormitory. We each have five or six quilts, which is called a cool one! I am very grateful to this old man.

The coach was fierce. I thought that after I stopped going to school, my dad asked me to learn my driver's license immediately. At that time, there were about eight students in a car, so I had to take turns to learn. At that time, three of us were in the car, one was practicing, and the other four were waiting outside. Once, the four of us were in the car, driving in our nearby village, and the age was about 35. After driving in gear, the throttle sounded ". Holding her hand, she tried to hang it in first gear, saying, "Come on, you're driving in first gear all the time, and you can't walk fast even if you trample on the accelerator." At that time, the three of us were about to suppress internal injuries in the back row, and the woman's face was flushed, and her mouth was still mumbling, "Why didn't you hang it? I want to hang it, so don't be fierce at me." < P > Thank you very much.

My wife took the driver's license test, so I'm free to accompany her. I really don't want to go. It's really a traffic jam! Let her play to the left, she turned to the right, asked her to stop the car, stepped on the gas pedal happily, and rushed out of the frame. Everyone was shocked, and the coach was so angry that he hit the dashboard.

It's almost a year since I took the exam, and I finally passed the second grade. I'm worried about the third grade, so I have a summary on the road. I nodded three times at the beginning, and I refueled fiercely at the corner. There are pits for pressing pits, but there are no pits for pressing stones. I don't care about small pits. Once the pit is closed, there are beverage bottles on the road, so I can't walk without crushing it. I really can't afford to get a driver's license!

I'm 5 years old and I'm currently practicing Grade Two. Among the students who practice driving together, there's a male student | who is similar to me. It's really overbearing. Originally, he took turns to practice driving. He always got on the bus and grabbed it. When it's time to get off the bus, he couldn't stay, so I made a sum with several young girls and kannika nimtragol. When he grabbed the car again, we grabbed his clothes behind him. He struggled, we dragged him, and finally he couldn't get on the bus. I was a lot better later.

driving school coaches are generally polite to C1 students, because there are many second-generation or rich second-generation officials. If the coaches offend these second-generation people, they will easily be laid off and go home to farm. The coaches are not so polite to students above Grade B, because students who learn Grade B driving licenses are generally professional drivers, and they will not look at the faces of rural children. Please forgive me if I don't express them properly!

that place in the driving school really makes people laugh and cry, love and hate! The man whom the coach hates in waves is deeply rooted and grateful! Just like a bowl of Chinese medicine, it's too bitter to vomit, but if you bite your teeth and drink it, it will cure the disease. That's the feeling!

People who cook delicious food care about driving school and it's interesting. This is called bull's head not horse's mouth. How about telling something interesting about your food? How many times do you scratch your nose without washing your hands to catch vegetables, and wash your hands after touching your ass to catch vegetables, and so on?

don't worry about cooking your delicious food and driving and training!