I had a blonde student named
Lucy Heart in my taxi today. She told me she had done 15 lessons so far, so I quizzed her quickly about the mirrors, seat belt, and pedals. When we got to driving, I figured out fast that she would need more lessons. She was uncertain behind the wheel, and not very competent with the pedals. I told Lucy that at her skill level, she would need at least forty more lessons. Lucy panicked: she couldn't afford that many lessons. I...