Stalling a car five times in a row is not cool.

Driving past the Topa Topa Ranch for the fourth time I was confident that I had successfully perfected the route.

The gears, stops, and keeping on the road were all finicky mistakes that needed changing but I was sure that this was the time that I would prove myself as the brilliant driver I was destined to be. I was wrong.

Cruising up to the stop sign I efficiently switched into second gear and began to slow. Greeting the white line I stopped perfectly.

Slowly I took my foot of the clutch pushing my right foot onto the gas. Stall.

Peering around it seemed that a once derelict crossroads had transformed into a now raging road (otherwise known as a death zone).

Ok you can do this Georgie. I turned off the ignition and once again go through the simultaneous steps to start the car. Edging my foot off the clutch I get ready to go. Stall.

Oh great, trust me to manage two stalls in a row, but the embarrassment didn’t stop there. Knowing my luck there was definitely far worse to come.

So as the numerous cars began to disperse across the road I once again attempted to start the car, move, then maybe consider crossing. Bump, bump, bump, stall.

By this point I had really given up. The art of driving just wasn’t a skill I could master.

As I peered out of the front window defeated a silver car casually crosses my path, from the driving seat peers the gleeful face of a classmate smiling and waving. Great,  now someone I know was witnessing my awful skills behind the wheel.

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at the timing. As I watched as his brimming face disappeared into the distance I could only think of the taunts I would receive at school the next morning.

I really am a driving disaster.

A suitable clip.