After a few heavy snowfalls, Cha Ha Chong is already covered in silver, and most of the semester has passed. Lao Zhao and I both began to worry about our driver's license test, and it was obvious that it was impossible to get a driver's license before the Chinese New Year, and we only hoped to be able to complete the nine tests. Fortunately, the classes in our junior year were not very intensive, and some classes did not require 16 weeks, which also gave me and Lao Zhao the opportunity to go to driving school to practice.

The driving school's practice area was also snow-white, with only the practice road being pressed by a wide black mark visible by the vehicles that often passed. Under the flickering of the driving school, Lao Zhao and I each paid another 1,500 yuan, so we were upgraded to the advanced class. According to the driving school, this will give us more opportunities to practice driving, and the test will help us get ahead faster. At the beginning, I did enjoy the training treatment that only the advanced class has, and there were three or four students in one car, and each student could practice three or four times. It is also this opportunity that Lao Zhao and I have been very proficient in the techniques of slope and side parking. But later, fewer and fewer people applied for the ordinary class, so that the "advanced" gradually lost its meaning, and even in the end, the driving school directly canceled the ordinary class, but this was also a later thing.

The coach saw that we were already very proficient in the two required items, so he officially arranged for us to practice in the other items. Undulating roads, right-angle turns, and S-shaped roads are not very technical, and the average instructor puts them until the end. Let's start with the hardest ones: unilateral bridges and continuous obstacles.

The bridge deck of the unilateral bridge is exactly the width of one tire, one left and one right, to ensure that the two wheels on one side of the body pass over the bridge deck and cannot fall off. As in the past, the instructor of the driving school studied and asked the car logo and the wiper in front of the car to be used as a reference, and the steering wheel was used when the designated position was reached. However, there are always differences between people. Lao Zhao can easily pass according to the coach, and if I either drop the wheel in advance on the first bridge, I will not be able to align with the second bridge. Once or twice, the coach was able to maintain a polite attitude, patiently asked me to pay more attention to the points, and then stopped talking. It is difficult to return, after all, there are only two unilateral bridges, and more practice can be even eight or nine without leaving ten, and according to the examination standard, it will be deducted at most ten points. And the successive obstacles after that, it was really hell for me!

I used to watch TV and watch foreign driving school exams when I was in high school, and there were some vertical poles in the picture, just drive around the pole, and it didn't feel too difficult, but I had never seen a big discus. In this regard, Lao Zhao is also very puzzled, how can there be so many big manhole covers on the ground for us to press while driving in life, and what is the point of the unilateral bridge, one left, one right, one up?

But no matter how grinding it is, this continuous obstacle still has to be practiced after all. Pressing the cake and rubbing the edge is commonplace, and I obviously follow the direction of the coach to hit the point, but in the third obstacle, I will always press the round cake or rub the edge of the cake, and then the next few will be messed up.

When the coach saw that I was not in good shape, he pulled me over again, and in an unused coach car, he familiarized me with the gears, which was regarded as letting me practice 100 meters plus and down gears in advance. It is said that when changing gears during the exam, you can't look at the gear, and the distance of 100 is very short, so many candidates are in a hurry because they are not familiar with the gear, which leads to the failure of the exam.

I sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and was about to fasten my seatbelt when I was stopped by the instructor. He meant that it wasn't needed, it was a pestle on the spot anyway. So I reached for the car keys and stepped on the clutch with my left foot, ready to light the fire.

"What for!" The coach roared.

"Fire......" I said, utterly humble.

"You don't have to fight, just practice like this!" The coach commanded.

I'm curious, how can I put it in gear without a fire? Didn't the previous operation be to step on the clutch to get in gear? Filled with doubts, I carefully pushed the joystick from neutral to first gear, only to hear a "click" and hang it up. So it started hanging gear by gear. The car has no fire, and naturally there is no heating, so it all relies on the carbon dioxide exhaled by me and the coach to create a simple greenhouse environment. The cold joystick kept absorbing the heat from my palm, and I had to keep fiddling with it, one, two, three, four, two, five, no four, three, two, one, and repeat the operation. The instructor had already put down the back of the co-pilot's seat and was napping, and he made me feel like he was the excuse he was using to be lazy.

After about 5 minutes, the coach sat up and asked, "Are you proficient?" ”

"Hmm......" I can't give a particularly positive answer, I can only admit it in a low voice.

"Three gears!" The coach blurted out.

I didn't react because my brain hadn't reacted yet that it was the coach testing.

"Hang in third gear!" The coach accentuated the voice. I finally understood, and I quickly did it.

"Five gears!" "First gear", "Fourth gear", "Reverse gear", "Don't look at the gears! Again, one gear! In this way, there was snow outside, and I kept switching gears in the cold car, and after another five minutes, I basically mastered the basic skill of "blind shifting".

Later, for unknown reasons, the training ground of the driving school was changed again. Because Lao Zhao is already basically familiar with it, it's just like practicing anyway, and he doesn't want to move when it's cold. And I was a big step behind Lao Zhao in terms of technology, so I had to go to the new venue to practice by myself to try to shorten the gap between the two of us.

The new field is an abandoned elementary school, and the playground outside is equipped with discus and one-sided bridges, and there is only one coach, and it appears that this field is specially used to practice continuous obstacles and one-sided bridges. Because it was the first time I went and there was no mobile phone navigation, the students in line before I arrived had basically practiced almost. After a phone call, I finally found the Big Tongue coach, who took me to a classroom in an abandoned elementary school.

As soon as I entered the door, my glasses were misty. I took off my glasses and wiped them with the corner of my clothes, put them back on, and my vision became clearer.

It turned out that the classrooms in the school were arranged as a rest room for students and coaches, and there was a coal-burning stove next to the classroom. This is the first time I've seen this object, and I've only seen it on TV before. I've always wondered if the kettle on top won't boil dry?

The coach asked me to sit down on the side, waiting for the students to finish practicing outside, and he himself walked to the coal stove, lifted the kettle above, opened the lid below and added coal to it, took the tongs and fiddled twice, closed the lid and put the kettle on the side, and then went to the side to read the novel on his mobile phone.

After a while, the coach car practicing outside stopped, and the coach inside also walked into the classroom, shook the snowflakes on his body twice, and then asked the big tongue coach if he had added water. Add water? What do you mean? Is the kettle about to run dry? My heart kept saying hello. It wasn't until the instructor poured water over the red-hot coal pile that I realized that this was supposed to be a way to make the house warmer, or maybe to increase the humidity of the air. As for the principle, it should be that water vapor needs to dissipate heat when condensed into water droplets. Of course, this is just a one-sided understanding of physics as a liberal arts student. After all, the wisdom of the ancestors contained in this magical furnace cannot be explained by us in a few words.

After letting me dry for a while, the instructor finally told me to get in the car and practice. I was supposed to be the last student of the day, so the success of my practice was directly related to the morning and evening of the two coaches' work hours. The first time I practiced, I dropped a round while crossing the one-sided bridge, and I brushed the side twice in a row, and the coach didn't educate me much, just told me to pay more attention. And the second time it didn't go so well. First of all, the first bridge did not go up, which in turn caused the second bridge to also fall off the wheel. The successive obstacles behind it create a feeling that is more undulating than the undulating road. The coach felt that I was not following what he taught, and he told me that it was hard to control the speed of the snow road, and he thought that my reasons were all quibbles.

It stands to reason that I can practice it a third time. But the coach seemed to have gotten impatient and let me get out of the car. Then he started his maneuver: he stepped on the accelerator all the way through the one-sided bridge and successive obstacles, and told me with his actions that speed is not a reason!

Since then, as the end of the semester approached, in order to prepare for the test (or lazy), Lao Zhao and I never went to practice driving, and the driving school naturally tacitly did not arrange the test for us.