My father's composition on driving.

Dad took out his car key and pressed it gently, only to hear a "click". The car opened the door like a clever child. Dad skillfully opened the car door at once, sat in quickly and skillfully inserted the car key into the lock hole. The car started at once. Dad unhurriedly told us to get on the bus and lock the door to prevent the car from suddenly opening while driving.

Everything was ready before dad drove on the road. Dad looks in the rearview mirror from time to time to avoid scratching with other cars. After driving for a while, I went downhill. I saw my father holding the steering wheel tightly, his eyes staring at the front, and one foot still half stepping on the brakes. Soon, we went down the mountain and almost reached our destination. Dad found a parking space, drove the car to the front of the parking space, changed the gear to reverse, and adjusted the direction from time to time. First, he backed up, then turned slightly to the right when driving forward, and finally backed up, and the car finally stopped. We opened the car door and came out. Dad pressed the car key again and locked the car with a click. Still not at ease, he stepped forward and pulled the door to make sure it was locked before leaving.