Years ago when I was test driving for driving licence my dad said; no nervous hens in the traffic! Than he taught me parallel parking so I can manage in the smallest gap you can ever find. At the time older bf told me; handle the gear stick like a clitoris, don’t force it and don’t use violence. Don’t forget to flirt – that’s what the mirrors are for – always have a good look around you. Dad finished up with saying; ok some laps in the roundabout and you are ready to go. And I was ready to go. Thanks guys! According to me all engine power between my legs are good fun! And if anyone likes to apply for the bf-position I am looking for a sports car with rock’n roll arms. Everlast put me on.