This week's topic is about learning to drive.
My mom taught me to drive. She taught everyone to drive. When she was a teenager she taught all her friends to drive. My father was too uptight to teach us.
We loaded up into the 1970-something Ford LTD station wagon, (my Dad totaled that car, but that is a story for another day) complete with wood paneling and my mother drove me over to a new subdivision. The roads where in, but the houses weren't. I cruised around the subdivision a few times and then I hit the open roads. I drove us home.
In the state of California, you were required to take drivers training. The schools offered it, but my mom wanted me to take typing so I couldn't take it at school. As a result the drivers training I received was from a private company. I spent my required hours behind the wheel with some middle aged man. I'm not really sure what possesses people to teach drivers training. It was fairly uneventful.
I turned 16, got my license and was so excited! My mother had just gotten a new car. A Volvo station wagon. She was pretty happy about this new fancy car. I begged and begged her to let me drive it. I don't remember where I was going, but I was on Hollister Avenue and a flat bed truck stopped suddenly in front of me. I swerved to avoid rear ending it, and I side swiped my mom's new car.
I didn't even get the drivers name and number. I drove home in a panic. My mother was furious. The pin striping on the car never matched. She said it was there to remind me what I did to her new car. I had to make dinner every night for 6 months to pay off the deductible.
We don't talk about this much now, but I will never forget that feeling in my stomach when I saw what happened to my mother's new car. Amazingly, she let me drive it again.
I never crashed it again. The next time that car was in an accident was when my brother was backing it out of the garage and smashed into my Dad's car. He pulled forward and tried again, and proceeded to smash into his car which was parked on the other side of the driveway. I was thankful my car was on the street that day!
Want to see how the other ladies did behind the wheel? Check them out at: Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl.
My mom taught me to drive. She taught everyone to drive. When she was a teenager she taught all her friends to drive. My father was too uptight to teach us.
We loaded up into the 1970-something Ford LTD station wagon, (my Dad totaled that car, but that is a story for another day) complete with wood paneling and my mother drove me over to a new subdivision. The roads where in, but the houses weren't. I cruised around the subdivision a few times and then I hit the open roads. I drove us home.
In the state of California, you were required to take drivers training. The schools offered it, but my mom wanted me to take typing so I couldn't take it at school. As a result the drivers training I received was from a private company. I spent my required hours behind the wheel with some middle aged man. I'm not really sure what possesses people to teach drivers training. It was fairly uneventful.
I turned 16, got my license and was so excited! My mother had just gotten a new car. A Volvo station wagon. She was pretty happy about this new fancy car. I begged and begged her to let me drive it. I don't remember where I was going, but I was on Hollister Avenue and a flat bed truck stopped suddenly in front of me. I swerved to avoid rear ending it, and I side swiped my mom's new car.
I didn't even get the drivers name and number. I drove home in a panic. My mother was furious. The pin striping on the car never matched. She said it was there to remind me what I did to her new car. I had to make dinner every night for 6 months to pay off the deductible.
We don't talk about this much now, but I will never forget that feeling in my stomach when I saw what happened to my mother's new car. Amazingly, she let me drive it again.
I never crashed it again. The next time that car was in an accident was when my brother was backing it out of the garage and smashed into my Dad's car. He pulled forward and tried again, and proceeded to smash into his car which was parked on the other side of the driveway. I was thankful my car was on the street that day!
Want to see how the other ladies did behind the wheel? Check them out at: Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl.
Gotta love those dreaded car accidents that trail you wherever you go. I had some embarrassing mishaps too.
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