Hello friends!
As I promised, here comes the first episode of my truck driving story.
Today I want to share how it all started – how I got the idea to get a truck license, and how the journey began.
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I always loved driving.
Not just going from one place to another, but real driving – long roads, good music, singing out loud and forgetting about everything for a while. Sometimes I just needed a long trip. A few hundred kilometers at least.
Just me, my car, and the road.... It helped me relax... It made me feel free...
One day, a long time ago, I had this idea:
“Maybe I will do all the driving licenses one day? Just for fun. Just for me!”
I didn’t plan to drive a bus or a truck. I just wanted to do it for myself.But as you probably know truck licenses are not cheap. And I always had more important things to pay for. So that dream had to wait....
Then something happened.
There was a special EU project that gave free training for truck drivers.
And I thought : “This is my chance!”
I applied for the C license and I got accepted easily.
It was actually a bit easier for women to get in. The project wanted more women in transport so they needed at least one in every group. And since most women didn’t apply, it helped me a little.
But honestly? I’m used to being the only woman. Before this I worked in IT, which is also full of men. So being the only woman in a group of 11 students?
Nothing new for me.
I really enjoyed the theory lessons. Everything made sense to me.
Some of the guys even asked if I had experience with trucks before.
I didn’t. I just like to understand how things work.
And then… came the first driving lesson.....
I was so excited. I sat behind the wheel of a real truck for the first time and felt like, “Wow… I’m really doing this!”
And then… I forgot how to drive. 😅
I mixed up the pedals. Pressed the wrong one.... 😄
The instructor looked at me like, “Are you sure you belong here?”
But I looked him straight in the eye and said:
“If I didn’t believe I could do this, I wouldn’t be here.”
It sounded strong, but to be honest .... inside, I felt a little sad after that first day. I thought I would do better. I really wanted to prove myself. And it didn’t go how I imagined.
But I didnt gave up, after a few more lessons, things got easier.
The stress went away. I started to feel the truck, understand how it moves, how it reacts.
In that school, I had a different instructor every time, which was hard at first, but actually helped me learn faster.
And on my very last lesson, I met again the same instructor from the beginning.
He watched me drive, park, turn...
And then he said: “When did you learn how to do all this?”
I smiled. Because I knew the answer....
I learned when I stopped trying to be perfect – and just started driving....
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I share with you a few old photos of me from the office – back when I was still the “office girl” and not the truck driver.
They’re not perfect, but they show who I was before I started this new road.
And that’s important too.
NEXT TOPIC: my license exam – the nerves, the challenge, and that one moment when everything changed.
Stay tuned! 😊
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*This post is based on my own experience and original photography. AI was used for grammar correction and for supporting the translation process