My grim experiece learning to drive with a whale of an instructor Bit of a funny/disgusting story When I was learning to drive the instructor I had was fucking huge, I mean seriously round. She was about 5ft "2 and easily 17 stone, or 240 pounds for my American friends here (yes I know I'm english and drink lot's of tea with my best bud - the queen and we are both chuffed and filled with humbly jumbly feelings that you are reading my post whilst I dabble here in Oxford on my rumpy pumpy which is just smashing) Anyway I live in an area with quite alot of hills and one day whilst driving in the beetus-mobile (which was a pathetic 1.4 peugeot 206) she asked me to drive up one of said hills. It was at this point that I found out that I couldn't go into first or second gear without unavoidably rubbing her thighs which where hanging over her seat into the gearstick area (previously when first setting off she was more concious and pulled her leg to the side). The lessons that followed would have situations where she would say "ok let's try this very steep hill which we will probably need 2nd for) to which I would shout back "I think we can do it in third!" and flooring it. Honestly it was the worst 2 months of driving I have ever done. If you are reading this Brenda then fuck you, and your potatoe mash thigh's shudder