No new photos sadly. If I;d had the forethought I would have had my father record my road test. He kept laughing about how slow I took the cones, but that little gal is a torque beast. Practically walked through the cone slalom. It was a thing of beauty.
I also giggled when the instructor started complaining about my emergency stop distance being "Off the charts". She told me to do it again, only not stop as fast. Apparently I was going too fast and managed to stop before the meter started, but stalled my engine because my concern wasn't "Oh, I have to stay running", but rather "Simulate OMFG HOLY CRAP EMERGENCY STOP!", in which case the concern is usually not keeping the engine running, but rather stopping as fast as the laws of physics will permit without bailing.
Still slightly funny... On the way out to the DMV, I nearly shit myself... My father and I were going through a rather... Questionable neighborhood. Around 11 in the morning. Handful of thuggish-dressed white suburban kids shuffling across the street in such a manner that it made me wonder if they were trying to knock me over. Looked up ahead, and there's this black Denali slowing to a stop. Guy gets out, looks back, presumably at the guys that were then behind me.
Then the kids to my 6 o'clock started shouting, starting with random chatter and quickly escalating to racial slurs.
Dad downshifted and punched it on his Harley.
I stalled because I was economy-putting in 5th gear at 15mph, just barely turning the engine over because I'm kind of a dork like that.
THe thought in my mind was, "I failed to downshift. My punishment will be death by gang warfare."
FOrtunately, the guy in the truck was checking on a baby in the back seat. THe kids behind me were just being retarded bigots at the poor black guy in the Denali.
And the worst that happened was that I stalled the engine three more times trying to perform an emergency launch in 4th gear, without realizing I still hadn't downshifted back into first.
Probably the second scariest thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life, right behind the time that my younger brother and I were in a dollar store in Daytona Beach during an armed robbery.