One world is crash, hospital, rehab, and then “you’re fine, go drive again.” The body is patched. The 1200 skills that failed are often left sitting there right where you were before the incident. People get sent back into the same war zone with the same tangled driving skill sets.
The other world is the industry smile. Driving is easy. Copy me. Rush the test. Three and a half weeks and you are an instructor. Both worlds miss the person in the seat. This work sits in the real car, side by side, and treats these kind of alarms as information. We rebuild the skill so the fear has less work to do.
That is how I can’t start turning into driving.

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