Just finished my First Driving Lesson -)

It's taking

so long.

Testing. Is it too loud or too quiet?

Which camera should I use?

Is it safe to show my driving license?

I'm a bit worried. I want to show my cool

driving license. It's just the provisional

one, but it looks nice. It's got my

address and my date of birth and my name,

but it also has a special number on it.

What if I just cover it like this?

Oh, it's the wrong camera. I'm showing it

to the wrong camera. Lord Daniel.

Ah, so blurry. L.

L for Lord.

Now the white balance is all weird. Oh,

there it is.

So I went for my first driving lesson.

I think it was on Friday.

Yeah, Friday. I went on Friday and

it went pretty well.

You've got a mustache on the pic.

No, I think it's just, just my bad skin.

They took the picture for my passport,

and the passport picture looks okay. Had a

bit of reddishness around my nose, which I

do a lot, but when they make the photo

black and white, it makes those red

patches look like dark patches.

Why'd they put it in black and white?

So I want to talk about my driving lesson.

It went really well. The teacher was

really nice. I told him that I took

lessons about 15 years ago when I was

about 18, and I said I tried taking the

practical test back then, but I failed.

So he was like, oh, okay, so we don't have

to do all the basic stuff. And he said he

wants to see what I can do in a car. So

straight from the very first lesson,

straight away, he got me to get into the

driver's seat and then he got me to drive

to Maidstone from my house, which is like

10 miles away. Maidstone is the main town

in Kent that I live nearby.

I wasn't, wasn't expecting him to get me

to drive straight away. I thought he would

take me to Maidstone to like a car park,

and then we would practice basic stuff

like handling.

But he just— he let me do some clutch

control stuff in my driveway,

and then he just said, okay, let's go to

Maidstone. Then I just drove to Maidstone.

That was interesting.

And the car was really nice. The car is a

Ford Focus diesel. I never drove a

diesel before. I thought diesel was for

vans and lorries and buses and stuff. I

didn't know you could get like a diesel

car. I thought they were being phased out.

I thought diesel was bad.

But he said the diesel cars are much

harder to stall the engine, and I think I

only stalled the engine once,

which was surprising because I thought I

would end up stalling loads because I kept

stalling it Back when I was taking lessons

when I was a teenager, and stalling was

one of the main things I was worried

about. But he said because it's

a diesel engine, it's a lot harder to

stall. And there were some new things

about the car, like it didn't have a

handbrake. It has like a little switch.

You pull up on the switch and then it

engages the handbrake. It's like an

electronic handbrake. And then as soon as

you press the clutch— I mean, as soon as

you release the clutch, the handbrake

disengages and then it just starts going.

It was pretty nice. And then I think the

one time I stalled, when— even when you

stall in that car, it kind of restarts

itself. You don't have to put it back into

neutral and then redo the key. There isn't

even a key. There's like an on/off button.

But when you stall it, all you have to do

is press down on the clutch and then it

restarts the engine and then it's ready to

go again. It's not a big deal. Before, I

felt like when you stalled it, oh, you had

to reset everything, turn the engine off,

turn it back on. And it felt like it was a

big embarrassing thing, but it's not

really that much of a fuss in that car.

You just press the clutch and then it

restarts and then you go again.

So I think it has like an automatic

restart engine on/off thing. When I

took lessons last time, I think it was a

Ford Focus, but it had a handbrake. But

back then it was 2007, so Car technology

must have improved a lot. Should have

filmed it. I was thinking about asking,

but I was so nervous just

having to drive the car. I'd feel more

pressure if I knew it was being filmed. I

wouldn't be able to.

What car do I want to ride?

If I had a license, I want to get an

electric car, but they don't do electric

car lessons. It's either manual or

automatic. I asked to do automatic, but

they said I would have to wait until July

to do automatic. I said I wanted to learn

now, so I went for manual.

But he's, he's a pretty good teacher.

He's very laid back, not really

serious or strict kind of teacher. And he

was laughing a lot. He liked joking and

stuff, which made me feel more

comfortable. You don't want a teacher

who's really nervous and really robotic.

You want like some cool guy who's all laid

back, confident, who doesn't look

like he's worried.

So my next lesson is next week, but next

week it's going to be raining every day,

I think. So hopefully it's not that

difficult to drive in the rain.

Mm-hmm. How did it feel behind the wheel?

It felt okay, actually. It didn't seem too

scary. I was a bit nervous. I was kind of

shaking a little bit after the first time,

but then I got used to it. I was just

driving down the road. Without too much

problem. Oh, thanks,

Luba. Will that change comes back when you

get your Tesla? That's my plan. I'm gonna

learn to drive, get a car, then Mila's

gonna come back. Because when Mila first

came over, I think, well, on the first few

days she said it would be nice if you

could drive actually. And I thought,

yeah, actually it would be quite nice

because then I could take it to places.

We wouldn't be stuck at home.

Maybe she'll come back.

It's just sad. I just know people won't

care about the driving stuff. You can you

can see the number of viewers I got in

this stream—not even a hundred.

That's the most frustrating thing about

about my viewers, I guess.

They constantly whine at me for not trying

to learn new things or do something

different, and then when I do, they're not

interested. So then I've got to keep

clickbaiting stuff like, oh, I hate my

girlfriend, or why I dumped my stupid

girlfriend, or why I'm alone forever.

So frustrating.

How fast did I go? I went 60 miles per

hour on the Dual carriageway.

Felt pretty nice actually going 60.

It's weird because when I first drove when

I was about 18, I remember it being really

scary. I was really scared to go fast and

I was really scared of traffic. But this

time I feel like it's not really anything

to be scared about.

I guess I'm a lot older than back then. I

was only 18. Now I'm 33.

Will you investigate who Checha's BF is in

Osaka? You asked me that

last time. I got the same— oh,

I thought I did. No, you did ask that last

time. I said no.

Kind of lost interest in Chihiro now.

Actually, I kind of lost interest in women

in general. When you find something

interesting to do, it's like your mind

completely loses interest in women, don't

you think? I feel like when

all you can think about is sex and women,

that's when you've got absolutely nothing

else going on in your life. So then the

default thing your brain wants to think

about is sex and women. But then when

there's something else, like a goal you

want to achieve that's not related to sex

or women, and then it just completely goes

straight out of your mind.

It's weird how it works. It's like when

you're hungry, all you can think about is

food. But then when you're not hungry,

you couldn't care less about food.

Food's not even on your mind.

Life is more than chasing women. Yeah, I

think I'm finally starting to understand

that. It's taking a long time, but I think

I'm start— I think things are starting to

click a little bit.

And I like the way it feels. It feels

nice.

Although partly one of the reasons I'm

interested in driving is because I'm

hoping girls will be impressed. But that

isn't the whole reason. It's like one of

the reasons, I guess. The other reason is

I'm just, I'm just kind of curious about

it. And I like the idea now of,

of having a car. It seems nice, seems

cool,

because I don't really need a car. I'm not

going to go anywhere.

It's just for fun, really. But that's

the best way to learn stuff, is when you

want to learn for fun, not because you

have to learn it.

But now I can get all into cars. I can

look, look at cars and try and find one to

buy that I would like.

Maybe I'll get a diesel.

How was the instructor? He was like,

like, um, Jolly, friendly British

man who goes to the pub and likes

football. Very chatty and makes

you feel comfortable. Yeah, he's a good

teacher. I recommended him to my sister

because my sister had 2 bad teachers.

I seem to have very good luck when it

comes to just randomly picking teachers.

That's what you want, really, like good

old jolly British bloke to teach you

driving has that kind of your uncle

feeling that my actual uncles never really

felt like that. My actual uncles always

felt like strangers, like teachers

or something, not like your jolly old

uncle that buys you

Also, if I get the driving license, I can

also ride a motorbike. It says on the

back. But then you also have to pass that

CBT test, but apparently that only takes

one day. You just do like a— you sit in a

classroom and then you learn some basic

skills, and then you go on to the test

area where they put some cones down.

Apparently it's easy to pass in a day,

and then you get the CBT license, for the

motorbike, and then I think you can

actually ride it with this license, but

you need L plates. So I could get a

motorbike too, get a motorbike and a car

if I wanted to.

Have I done my theory test? I did some

mock tests last night, passed a couple

times because there's just some things I

didn't know you have to remember. Like if

a car's traveling at 50 miles per hour,

how much room should you leave to stop?

And it's like 53 meters.

So hard to remember that. Just have to

remember it. All the signs and the line

stuff is easy,

but they've increased the number of

questions. When I first took it, it was

only 20 questions. Now there's 60, I

think. Some of them are just really easy,

like the motorbike's yellow light is

flashing on the left side. What does this

mean? Is it turning left? Is it turning

right?

Pretty obvious stuff. A few things I

didn't know though. He— because I wasn't

going fast enough and the road was 60

miles per hour and he was— he asked me,

didn't you see the speed limit sign? I

said no. I said I saw a circle, a white

circle with a, with a black line through

it. He said, yeah, that's the national

speed limit. Why don't they just put a 60

on it? Why is it a white circle with a

diagonal line through it, which means 60,

and then on the motorway it means 70?

Seems kind of silly.

And then I kept making this mistake when I

changed gears. I didn't take my foot off

the accelerator, so it was making like a

So I got to remember next time when you

press the clutch down, you got to take

your foot off the accelerator. Kept

forgetting it. And then roundabouts

freaks me out. Roundabouts so difficult.

We would approach a roundabout, he'd go,

okay, take the second exit on the next

roundabout. My mind just went blank

because I didn't know what to do first.

There's so many things to do. You've got

to— I don't know which order to do it in

either. You gotta check mirrors and then

start to brake and then press the clutch

and then check right, and if there's no

traffic, then just keep going. But if

there is traffic, you gotta stop and then

change gear to first gear, I think,

and then put handbrake on, and then get

ready to go. And then if you're taking

first left, you got to indicate left. If

you're going straight, then you don't

indicate. But if you're going right, you

indicate right, and then you stay in the

right lane, and then you indicate left

when you're about to get to the lane to

the exit you want to go into.

Oh, I hate roundabouts. I heard in America

they don't really have roundabouts, which

is weird.

Every time we went on a roundabout, he had

to grab the steering wheel because I was

trying to figure out how— what gear to

change and where to look, and I wasn't

steering. This is so hard. I'm really

worried about the roundabouts now. I think

I have to check the mirrors and

then start to brake and

then press the clutch and then look right,

and if there's no traffic, then just keep

going. Oh, I don't know.

I've used roundabouts so many times on my

bicycle and it's so easy, but in a car— So

we're going to do more roundabouts next

time, and he said we're going to do

junctions. Junctions seem easy.

You got to go into the middle of the

junction if you're turning right, and then

you wait until the traffic stopped coming.

Yeah, we did all this advanced stuff on

the very first lesson because technically

it's not my first lesson. I've had maybe

12 or 14 lessons before when I was a

teenager, but it's been such a long time,

I don't really remember any of it. I don't

know if it's going to come back to me. I

just need experience on the road and I

need to feel confident.

Also, I haven't even started reversing and

stuff like that. Reverse parking. What's

the point of that? I see it's part of the

test. You got to do a reverse parallel

park. But why? Why don't you just— if you

want to park, why don't you just drive

forwards into the space? Why'd you have to

reverse back into it?

Reversing looks hard. I don't know how you

can tell where the edges of the car is.

Why am I getting driving lessons?

Because,

um, I don't know, because I just

feel like it. And when I feel like doing

something, I'll just do it.

Also, I had a bit of a bad experience at

the train station recently.

There's this gang of kids that like to

hang around the train station,

and I had a date. It was on the weekend.

And I thought it'd be fine, but these

stupid kids keep hanging around the train

station and they're like 14 to 16. Some of

them haven't had their voice broken, so

they must be like 14 or 15, but they're

pretty big. They're almost as tall as I am

and there's like 8 of them.

Between 7 to 10 of them that like smashing

bottles and fighting on the platform.

They threw a stick at me. I walked up

to the train station, they were like

running up and down the bridge over the

platform. And then they asked if I had a

lighter, I said no. And then they started

making fun of my eyes, and then they threw

this stick at me. And then I just walked

past. But it was pretty scary because I

was like trapped on the platform. They

were messing around at the exit bit. They

were throwing bottles of beer Like empty

beer bottles over the tracks, smashing

them on the opposite side on the benches.

It was really scary. I thought they were

going to throw them at me. What could I do

if they started throwing bottles at me?

Throw them back? They might beat me up. I

reckon I could beat up one of them, or

maybe two, but what if they all come at

me? And I'd probably have trouble even

beating up one.

They're like half my age, but they're not

that much smaller than I am. It was pretty

scary. Just reminded me when I was at

school. That's one of the things sucks

about being Asian, because you really

stand out like a sore thumb when you look

like me. When you look like this, you just

look so different to all the white kids

here. It's like you just attract their

attention.

Call the police. The police won't do

anything, and then they'll know that I

called the police on them, and then next

time they see me,

the police will just tell them off and

say, don't do it again, and then they'll

go, okay, and then they'll do it again

because there's nothing to stop them. How

do you punish kids? You can't arrest them.

You can't— I don't know. Kids aren't

scared of consequences in the same way

that adults are, because as an adult, you

got a lot to lose. You got, you got to do

your job, you got to work. You can't

afford to get arrested.

But it was the second time I saw that gang

of kids there.

So the other reason was I went on another

date and the trains got cancelled because

there was all problems on the tracks,

signal problems, and all the trains were

getting backed up. And I could have waited

for the next train, but I was worried it

was going to get cancelled. So I went back

home and I got my electric bike. And that

feeling of not having to rely on public

transport, just having your own transport

to go where you need to go, felt really

good. And I felt like driving— I

mean, riding my bike on the roads,

navigating traffic and stuff felt pretty

easy. And I thought, this isn't

so bad. Maybe I can drive a car.

Also, driving is like the one last thing

that I haven't managed to be able to do as

an adult. I've done everything else. I had

sex, I had jobs, I got married, I moved

countries, I got myself my own apartment.

But the one thing that I can never seem to

be able to do is drive,

which is annoying me because it seems like

it'll be nice to be able to do.

There was this— on the platforms there's a

button you can press and it phones up some

kind of help center. You've got to press

it if you need assistance, and they were

pressing that and then screaming down it,

screaming, help, help me, into the

assistant thing. It was so stupid. I don't

know how they get away with it, because

there's security cameras all around the

platform. Isn't anyone checking them?

It's just one of the things. I think it's

the main thing I hate about England. It's

in the countryside where you get these

gang— gangs, packs of kids, packs of

boys, teenagers just roaming around and

they just smash stuff. They just break

stuff like a bunch of wild animals and no

one's around to stop them. There's no

police, there's no figures of authority.

There's no security guards. They just go

to the train station where there's no one

there. At the train station, there's a

building where the ticket office used to

be, but they shut it all down because now

they've got a ticket machine. But before

they had a ticket machine, there was a man

that used to work there and he would sell

tickets, so it felt like there were people

at the station. I feel like you would

never get this in Japan because a train

station is a very public and busy place.

You got people going in and out, you got

people who work there. You wouldn't dare

go there and cause mischief. But here in

England, the countryside train stations

are abandoned. They're just empty.

So you can just go there and do whatever

you want, pretty fucking in the bush, and

no one would know until the train comes.

And then a few people might turn up to

catch the train.

But it's pretty scary when you're the only

person there and there's like a pack of

kids smashing stuff and being violent.

And the problem is I look like a kid. I

don't look like a man compared to your

average 30-year-old Englishman who's gonna

be big and fat. The kids wouldn't mess

with someone like that, but I look like a

kid myself. I don't have that big figure,

that big frame.

So they don't really— they don't They

don't fear me, or they don't respect me

like they would a normal adult.

It's kind of annoying.

Oh, you see what happens when I don't

clickbait? I don't even get 100 viewers.

Is it because it's Sunday?

I knew I shouldn't have titled it Driving

Lesson.

Okay, watch this. I'm gonna end the stream