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Yes, that's what a turnabout is (though they're technically called roundabouts.)
Normal people call them "circles."
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Or a fucking
rotary. What the hell people.
Here in Massachusetts, you can pretty much get a driver's license by simply breathing. It's a depressing state of affairs - no wonder no major insurance companies will sell their policies here.
When I got my license, I had no actual, legal "training." I had never been to a drivers ed class, I had never had an instructor. The best I got was some lessons on my mother's stick shift Volvo when I was 14 in a giant parking lot.
And of course, we have a state trooper who sits in the car with you and a parent or whatever. THAT makes one a little nervous. The best advice I got was "be sure to check all your mirrors, know your hand signals, and buckle up."
I did all of the above (as I often do anyways) and passed with flying colors. In all honesty though, all the trooper made me do was drive around the block, do a 3-point turn, and pass through downtown Worcester traffic.
I've NEVER heard of someone having difficulty passing the test up here. But we're kind of, you know, horrible.
Jam it back in, in the dark.