Riding Car Cars Lesson

David had a problem. He had just got his first job, but he had no way to travel there. He could not drive, there was no bus, and no one would take him.He had hoped he would be able to drive by the time he got to this stage, but the driving lessons cost was too high. David sighed. He was going to loose his job before he even got there at this rate! His first shift started in two hours, and he still hadn't solved the transport problem. He considered walking, but it would take at least 3 hours, so wasn't useful at all. Suddenly David had an idea. There was a moped in the garage. It was bought for him by his parents a few years ago. They said that if they bought him a moped then he would have to cover the driving lessons cost. He didn't have enough money to, so the moped had just stayed in the garage for 2 years. David smiled. He kinda knew how to drive it! His mate Tom had one, and David knew how to go forward and stop. That was enough really, as long as he didn't come across anything very bad. He had no licence of course, but David convinced himself that it was the moped driving peoples fault for making the driving lessons cost too high - not his. David retrieved the moped out from the garage and sat on it. He started it up, and drove around the driveway for a few minutes. So far so good! Now it was time for the road. David felt a bit wobbly on the road, and was frightened at the feeling of not being in control as he wooshed along the tarmac towards the first roundabout. As he came up to the roundabout he thought about what he had vaguely picked up from Tom about driving. You had to give way to a certain direction on a roundabout. Which way was it? David decided it must be the left, since they drive on the left side of the road. There were cars queueing to enter the road from the left, and after giving him strange looks, they entered the roundabout. David checked they were all gone and pulled out. Suddenly a horn blared right behind him, a squeal of brakes, and something enormous and heavy smashed into the back of the moped. David was thrown off over the handlebars. He flew through the air and landed heavily on the grass verge. As he was lying there, he realised he could still see. He was still breathing. His heart leaped as he realised he was still alive. He tried to call out to the driver of the van that had hit him. The driver was making his way towards him looking horrified. David stopped celebrating that he was still alive when he realised that he couldn't speak. He tried to move - he couldn't do that either. Panic flooded through him as he realised that he must be paralysed. No! thought David desperately. This can't be happening! Later in hospital, his Mother was crying next to his bed. "Why did you do it Davy?! Why didn't you tell us how much you needed a lift! We would have happily driven you if we had known you would do this! If only you had got driving lessons instead of spending all your money on that bloody drink! If only you had spent your money on the driving lessons cost..." Her wailing was swallowed by more hysterical sobbing, and as his Father comforted his Mother, David sadly agreed with her.