This is me.
Driving the big truck this morning.
Jamming to Steve Earle's Guitar Town like a boss.
Acting like I know exactly what I'm doing. Feeling super cool.
And then 100 yards later, I reached my destination.
Because that's all the farther I'm allowed to drive the big truck when I'm unsupervised.
Probably because I still haven't mastered the art of using air brakes without sending myself barrelling through the front windshield from the shear force of inertia.
Once I stopped and managed to kill the motor (unintentionally, of course), I just simply peeled myself out of the dash board and went on with my day.
Secretly feeling like a badass because I just drove the big truck a whole 100 yards.