At the end of the fourth lesson, one thing is glaringly clear: I like speed. And the prescribed speed for me right now is 20 km/h, which is far too slow. I spent the entire two hour session trying to sneakily increase speed until I was hovering around forty at least, at which point the instructor would notice and say something alone the lines of 'Ahista, ahista!'. It seems I also have a penchant for the sort of turns that require twisting the steering wheel entirely. Such style, such fluidity of motion, wah wah! Until it's interrupted by the auntie's hand poking in the middle to correct my steering. Auntie does not seem to understand that I can steer damn near perfect and her hand is not helping, it is hindering my fluid and professional steering wheel turn motion. Give me space, woman!

Sis, due to a more flexible schedule than mine, has completed all her training lessons and needs only two theory lessons to complete the course. However, it is I and only I who can get a learners permit at the end of the course, since sis is too young.