A Google User
These guys aren't associated with the AAA you know - they just stole the name. The website is useless and if you drive to their office, it's in a little Asian slum with a bunch of other offices. The place is almost illegal looking.
The guy comes on time. He's an old Asian man, really grumpy looking, and the car is beaten up and doesn't even have dual controls. So you're really just paying for a dude with a car to sit next to you and give you a hard time. Why pay $60 for 2 hours of that when you can get your Dad to do it for less (depending on the price of gas)? In a car, I might add, that does not smell like cigarettes and death. And of course there's the wholesome bonding experience and lasting memories that will result.
I was pretty good, making very minor errors but mostly doing everything right and getting better as time wore on, then out of nowhere he yells at me because I took too long to speed up after making a turn. He really lost his temper there. Now, I'm a little bit older than your typical teenage trainee (I'm in college - yeah, sad, but I just never got around to it and I'm all about a small carbon footprint anyway), so I yelled back. Told him I was paying good money, etc. He restrained his temper for the rest of the session, but I could sense it bubbling inside. If you're a wimpy, hormonal teenager (i.e. a typical teen), this is not the guy you want to go to, he'll tear you down. If you're a quasi-man, it's kind of fun to put this guy into his place, your balls will feel like they're hanging a little lower for a while, but that feeling is not worth $60 and is nothing a sauna can't do.
It was good in that I was using a car that I didn't care if I banged up, driving with a guy that I didn't care if I banged up, and therefore I got a few good hours of practice, but this is probably the worst driving school you could go to. I don't see how it could get any worse. He also stopped for 10 minutes to go to the bathroom, and I looked through his notebook. The guy gets a LOT of business. I couldn't help feel sorry for all of those names there, it was like looking at Schindler's list.
By the way, my Dad was standing outside as the guy parked the car in front of our house, and he later told me that this dude had no idea how to park. Apparently he had to have a few goes at it before he got it. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was drunk. That's at least a bit more respectable than being a driving instructor who can't drive.