Showing posts with label driving school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving school. Show all posts

Saturday, November 7, 2015

The DMV

Hello there.  Today I am heading to the DMV, or Department of Motor Vehicles, to get my driver's license and car registration.  You may remember that I passed my driving test from S.P. Driving School some time ago.


Ah, here we are, the DMV.  I wonder if someone is working here today.  I don't see anyone here yet.


After some time, someone showed up.  It was...

Ooogie.


"Helloooooo Ajdiiiiiin," he said.

"Hi Ooogie," I replied.  "I didn't know you work at the DMV.  Can you help me with my license and car registration?"

"Yesssss.  Buuuut pleeeeasseeee taaaaake a nuuuumbeeer."  He handed me a ticket.  I was number 26.


"What number is being called now?" I asked.

Ooogie pointed to the sign on the front of the counter.

"Threeeeeee.  Doeeeeesss anyyyyoneeeee haaaave nuuuumbeeer threee?  Anyyyyyoneeee?  Anyyyoneeee?"

I guess I will be at the DMV for a while today.


Saturday, July 25, 2015

Driving test

Today is a big day for me.  After taking several lessons at the S.P. Driving School, I am now ready to take my final driving test.

"Nooooooow iiiiiit's tiiiiiime fooooor paraaaaaalleeeeeel paaaaarking," said Ooogie.  My paws became cold and clammy, my eyes wide with fear.  Bearallel parking has always been a challenge for me.

I lined up the car next to the parking space.


I backed in slowly.


I turned the wheel.


I tried to straighten out.


But the car was all out of whack.


"Tryyyyy agaaaaain," said Ooogie.

I wiped away the sweat from my forehead.  I beary much wanted to pass this driving test.


I tried backing in again but cut in too soon.


I ended up parking backwards.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuh...?" said Ooogie.  "Wroooooong waaaay."


''I'll never pass!" I said, beary frustrated.

"Iiiiiit's oooookay."   Ooogie patted me on the back.  "I haaaaave aaaaaaan iiiiideaa.   Waaaaait heeeeree.  I'll beeeeee riiiight baaaaaack."


So I waited.  I waited for quite some time.


But always true to his word, eventually Ooogie came back... with 2 honey jars.


''Ooogie, what are you doing with those 2 honey jars?" I asked.

I looked on in amazement as he positioned them on the ground.


He got back in the car.

"Aiiiiiim fooooor the hooooooney," he said.

"Okay, I think I can do that," I said.


I backed in slowly and turned the wheel.


Then I straightened out the car.  It was easy aiming for the honey.

"Peeeeerfeeeeect," said Ooogie.


I sighed in relief.

"Coooongraaaaatuuuuulaaaaatiionss Ajdin.  Youuuuuu paaaaasssed theeeee driiiiiving teeeeest."

"Thanks Ooogie!  You were a great teacher."

I can't wait to drive on my own!


Monday, July 13, 2015

S.P Driving School

Despite all the headaches associated with having a car as my stuffie friends kindly reminded me, I still decided to go ahead with learning how to drive on my new, red BeeMV convertible that I recently won on the Price is Right.  So my mom signed me up for driving lessons at S.P. Driving School.

Here I am in the parking lot waiting for my first lesson.  I wonder what S.P. stands for.  It must be "speed" and "performance" or something like that.  I can't wait to go VROOM VROOM VROOM in this car.


I waited 15 minutes.  Hmm... where is my driving instructor?


Another 15 minutes went by.  I decided to take a nap.


Sometime later, I was woken up by a familiar voice.

"Heeeeellooooooooo Aaaaaaajdiiiiin."


"Ooogie?  What are you doing here?' I asked.

"I'm youuuuuuur driiiiiiviiiing iiiiiinstruuuuuctooooor," he said.  "Weeeeelcoooooomeee tooo S.P. Driiiiiiviiiiing Schoooool."

He flipped over the sign.  It read:

SLOW POKE DRIVING SCHOOL


He made his way towards the passenger side.


Then he got in the vehicle.

"Reeeemeeeembeeer tooo aaaalwwwwaaayssss buuuckleeee uuuup."

*click*

*click*


"Noooow tuuuuurn ooooon the igniiiiiiitiiiiion.  Aaaaand goooo slooooooow."

I pressed down gently on the gas pedal.

"Tooooooo faaaaaaast," Oooogie said.  "Youuuu'reeeee gooooooiiing tooooooo faaaast.  Sloooooow doooooown."

"But I'm only going 10 miles per hour," I insisted.

"Fiiiiive.  Fiiiiiive miiiiilees peeeeeer hooooour," said Ooogie.


So I pressed beary lightly on the gas pedal, and at 5 mph, we crawled out of the parking lot.






I guess I'll see you later.  I'm not sure when we'll be back.