Conquering of a Fear

Today my dad asked me to drive down to Orem and pick him up because he had to drop off a machine. I was fine with that, I had nothing to do. I got ready and grabbed my keys and he asked that I drive his truck in order to keep the miles down on my car. I just about turned inside out. I am literally terrified of backing that thing out of the driveway, let alone driving it out of the neighborhood and onto the freeway. I used to wake someone up in the morning if it was in my way. If a car is any larger than a postage stamp I have a real hard time controlling it. But he insisted. I was convinced I would either kill myself or someone on the road. The only close call was backing out of the driveway when I narrowly missed backing over two women with strollers. I went no higher than 55 mph the entire way, I am sure people loved me. On the way down I imagined myself barreling down the road going about 85 mph in this huge red truck, but couldn't bring myself to leave the slow lane, let alone go above the speed limit. Probably 3/4 of the time I was driving in two lanes because I had no perception of how much space it was taking up. By the time I pulled up to the place I was sweating out of every pore in my body. However I made it. And I can now confidently back that thing out of the driveway without too much fear. But I will do everything in my power to avoid driving it again, it goes against a major belief of mine: Driving trucks is stupid.