This Summer Miss Munchkin turns 15 and is wanting to take Driver's Ed. Or is it Drivers' Ed? (muttering, let's see, there is more than one driver, possessive Ss....) Anyway, I mentioned this to my Great, Great Uncle and he shared this gem with me:
"I can remember when I started to drive. I was about 14, we had an old 1927 Nash touring car. I was so small I had to hold myself up on the edge of the front seat by holding onto the steering wheel. I could barely touch the pedals. My dad only let me drive in the pasture but I was excited. I saved money very hard and finally, by the time I was 17, I had $75 which I used to buy my first car, an old, 1931 Chevy. I repaired it and drove it until I enlisted in the Navy. Then my brother used it all the time I was in the service."I learned how to drive in this guy, a distinguished old Chevy that has been from Missouri to Alaska. Twice.
Do you have any special memories associated with learning to drive?
5 comments:
Ha I remember trying to get around the circle in that thing! Consider yourself lucky, though, that you learned on a stick shift. I never quite got the hang of it. Maybe because the clutch required two feet just to push it down!
"Peeling out" was a reoccuring theme while learning to drive a stick shift.
The burn of rubber was worse while stopped on a hill. And so incredibly embarrassing with cute boys cruising behind me.
I want that old truck.
I have too many driving memories to share in a comment, one of them is when I stole my parents van and got it stuck in a muddy ditch.
I was 13 when I did that.
I learned to drive in this *tank* of an old station wagon. Almost every car I've driven has seemed small since then. Why am I not surprised that April was stealing cars at 13? :)
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