Stupidest car 'accident' ever and the saxophone

This was the nicest bottle of wine I'd enjoyed in sometime. I drank it after what is easily the dumbest thing I have done for sometime. I went out for a drive in my mum's car last night, with her in it as I haven't yet passed my test. Everything was going swimmingly well until we got to the bottom of my road. I'm cringing as I write this but I pulled out, then mistakenly tapped on the accelerator, sending the car jolting forward. As I cringe I'm also wondering how I managed to do what I did, it was sort of remarkable in the most stupid of ways.

I had pulled out a little too far, and I think that (and my irate Mother shouting turn/brake/turn a lot) caused me to accelerate, mistakenly. It was dark so I couldn't look down and spot that my foot was on the accelerator, rather than the brake. I think this split second of indecision and confusion made my brain cease to function, albeit temporarily.

There is a bus lane at the end of my road, and in it was a bus. Behind the bus lane is a wall, a tall one with poncey tower things at each side, like a castle. Anyway, in the aforementioned 'panic/confusion', the car jolted forward more and more, until it was about three metres from crashing into the wall. Still failing to find the brake (the pedals in Hyundai's are incredibly fucking close together - although most people will consider that an excuse) my powers of self-preservation must have kicked in and I decided to abandon trying to locate the brake and turn away from the oncoming wall instead.

So I turned away from the wall, and the car rolled along the kerb. After grazing a lampost I turned again, cosying up right beside the bus (with a very confused driver inside), and in the process dented the bumper, crushed the driver's side door inward, and knocked the wingmirror off. The bus got away practically unscathed.

It all happened in such slow motion and I knew I'd done one of the stupidest things of my life. After the 'mishap', my mum was shaking like a leaf and crying. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me up. I was shaking for about 10 minutes until a seething embarassment set in. This was endured further by the incredibly slow arrival of the boys in blue. The policeman had a voice like the dim one out of that old band Blue, (Lee) and that made it more embarassing, as he told me that not seeing the pedal was not a valid excuse, and 'good luck living it down' after he had looked at my provisional license - likely to stay provisional for a while longer I think.

Ok, I think writing about that helped a little. Now, the saxophone. I'm only just beginning to get it out and play it. This is partly because I'm currently terrified of breaking it and therefore treating it as if it's made of sunshine dust and candy. I think it's a bit sturdier than that, and I have started moving it around less delicately. And I'm loving it. I don't know much about how to play it yet, but I know some basics and I can play and sustain notes properly. All very pleasing. I never became a good guitar player, so I'm hoping that I can actually become a good saxophone player. I'm sure going to try after paying £400 for the thing!