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I woke up early on a Sunday morning. I was excited about the driving lessons. These weren't your normal driving lessons, these were cheap driving lessons for new a hgv driver. Yes, I was going to be a hgv driver, a driver that drives big trucks across the city, sending cartons and cartons of boxes to companies.

I arrived at the meeting spot with my instructor. He was a very nice person and said he would go easy on me. I put on a short smile. Then he told me to hop into the driver's seat in the truck that he got ready.

He said we would drive around town so I could get used to driving in a truck. Driving a truck felt really different from driving a car. The truck felt a lot more heavier than a normal car.

As I drove around, he would supply instructions such as "stop", "go!", "turn left" and so on.

I was really nervous at first, there were some bikers, across the side of the road. I thought I nearly had hit them. The truck was so big, I couldn't really see the people on their bike. The people on their bike had nearly given me a heart attack since they were so low from me, and it was hard for me to see out of the truck. About five minutes into driving along side the bikers, they realised that it was dangerous riding next to a truck, so they stopped at a grass track, and I saw that one of the bikers put down his bike on the grass and had a drink of water.

When the bikers had stopped following the truck, I thought I felt a lot safer, even with a lot of cars around me. One car even drove out of the way, seeing a truck behind her. I think the person was an elderly and didn't want to cause trouble.

After I had finished the course, the instructor said I did a very good job, and said that someone has to be a hgv driver, and I am glad it is you.

You do a fine job.