Having steered clear of driving for several years, Caomhan Keane decided to mark his maiden voyage. But balking at the spiralling cost of just one lesson, he decided to keep it in the family and learn another life lesson from his dad.

(Illustration by Adam Howarth)

“Lift your foot of the clutch…take it easy with the accelerator…easy…I said…EASY!”

Father and son relationships are supposedly fraught with Freudian friction. So there is no greater test of a father’s love than that of his son’s first driving lesson.

My father, Michael, lives for his Mazda 323. He’s named her, speaks to her and cleans her more often than he cleans himself. So it came as no shock when my first request for a driving lesson was met with a flat “no”.

“I don’t think people should teach people they know how to drive,” he said, polishing her hub. “I wouldn’t have the patience.”

A reminder of how he had the patience to teach my cousin to plough her parent’s car into a lamppost and a glance at how much a driving lesson would set him back (thirty quid a pop) had him singing a different tune.

Besides, I think he was secretly thrilled. While never the son he had expected (I can’t gut a fish and the only time I kicked a ball it ended up in the back of my own net) he’d found my lack of motoring skills particularly infuriating.

Most children growing up are scared of the monsters that lurked under their bed. I feared the very real monster that appeared in the driving seat every time my mother stepped behind the wheel of a car.

Of a natural nervous disposition, three horrendous car crashes left her, and me, shrieking with fear every time the car so much as approached a traffic light. Since this apple didn’t fall far from the tree, I swore I’d never put myself through such psychological torture again.

But there we were, on the back streets of my hometown, about to take my life in my own hands.

The point of a good first lesson, my father said, was to get the driver acquainted with the car. Initially the only thing I was getting acquainted with was whiplash.

It didn’t help that as we sped towards a stone wall, my teacher reverted to his native Irish, confusing an already baffled pupil.

Pulling the handbrake almost out of its resting place and his arm out of it’s socket, my fathers deep breaths were the only sound in a silence curdled with fear. When he finally spoke I felt like I was four all over again, steering the wheel from his lap.

He guided me through the changing of the gears, the releasing of the clutch and the hair-raising sensitivity of the accelerator. As we wound round the country roads he barked orders and occasionally grabbed the wheel, but as I learned to control the car, and he his temper, we relaxed.

Soon I was doing full loops round the village, pausing only to avoid sending my neighbour into his bush and for my father to natter like a foul mouthed knitting circle with anyone who crossed our path.

Country roads are perfect for a first time drivers: nearly always deserted and no traffic lights, roundabouts or motorways to wind up on, or around. But they provide their own unique challenges.

Mastering my first 90 degree turn, I found myself face to face with a herd of cattle. While later as I privately congratulated myself on my virgin voyage, my five year old cousin overtook me in his tractor.

There are definite advantages to having your father teach you to drive. Although your typical instructor wouldn’t belt you over the head if you forget to put the gears in neutral, you also miss the joy of watching his face ashen as you fulfill your need for speed.

But when you consider the price (none) and the quality time spent with the old man, the experience was a more fulfilling one than if I had gone to a driving school.

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(Illustration by Adam Howarth)

It’s the question that has split the male population apart, with men increasingly expected to match their female counterparts’ excessive grooming regimes. Many young lads are happy to mould their hair and moisturise, but there are just as many who are livid about the move away from the old fashioned, rugged, bear hunting, big drinking – “don’t give a shit what way my hairs pointing”-type look of yesteryear.

We don’t suggest for one minute that we can immediately solve this mammoth topic with our horribly meagre word count, but with each article we will delve into one particularly tantalising issue. Therefore, without further hesitation I welcome you to the first musings of the Two Fashion Conscious Men.

Our first concern: Can men wear pink?

Until only recently the colour pink has been associated with all things girly, but now you can’t move in a trendy wine bar without seeing at least one chap sporting a pink ensemble. There are some good and genuine reasons for this dramatic shift in opinion. When a man wears pink he exudes confidence, yet most crucially he appears sensitive and caring. It could also simply be that pink co-ordinates with almost every colour and in particular looks great with a pair of quality, dark jeans; the staple of any dapper gentleman’s wardrobe. If you’re not convinced remember that women love pink. You are more likely to get a second glance and maybe even a coyly raised eyebrow if you sway into that aforementioned trendy wine bar in a smart pink shirt, outclassing all the drably dressed poseurs that surround you.

If there still remain any sceptical buffoons amongst you, look no further than Gary Lineker, a hero to us all for his football career, quality presenting and stupendous tan. Gary has always been happy to sport a crisp pink shirt on Match of the Day in front of millions of testosterone-fuelled viewers. And does he look good? You know he does! Well that was easy. Pink is good. Pink is cool. Pink is for winners!

Furthermore, please don’t assume for one minute that real men can’t experiment with colour, as there awaits a whole grand scale to be explored. Real men are those who dare to push the boundaries of modern thinking and revolutionize the world. So with that in mind, we urge you here at Two Fashion Conscious Men to embrace change and become a boundary breaking, real man by putting on some pink!

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