Sunday, August 13, 2006

See the USA in your Chevrolet... Weekend Assignment #124

Weekend Assignment #124: Learning to Drive

Fasten your seatbelts because this week's Weekend Assignment (suggested by BeYankee) puts you behind the wheel:

Your Weekend Assignment #124: How did you learn how to drive? How many tries did it take?  What was the first car that you bought?

Extra credit: Got a picture of that first car?

Learning to drive... ahhh the memories... the laughter... the tears... the skids...

My dad taught me how to drive.

Let me preface that by telling you that he was taught to drive by a girlfriend's dad that was a crusty NYC cab driver.

This NYC cabbie felt you needed to experience everything that may hit you when driving, and therefore deliberately put the car into skids unexpectedly for my dad, and made him learn to parallel park under extreme conditions as well.

Therefore, I learned to drive in much the same way, thus the tears... and the skids. 

I am grateful that my dad did only induce the skids in a parking lot full of ice and snow when I was expecting them.  Thanks to my dad I can handle a skid and it probably has saved me from a fender bender or two or three over the years.

Thanks, Dad.

I am now grateful that my dad taught me to parallel park in the rain and on the streets with real cars in a local city.  I was not so grateful then.  All my friends dads used broom sticks and buckets.  They still can't parallel park, but I can, anywhere, anytime.  

Thank you, Dad.

I passed my drivers license test on the morning of my 17th birthday with a perfect score, on the first try!

Thanks, Dad!

My first car was a gold 1970 Chevy Cutlass Supreme.  She was a 2-door coupe and was very fast!  The speedometer went to 180 mph!  I did open her up once on Route 80 and got just over 100 mph and she got smoother as she got faster.... scared the heck out of me!  lol  I only drove that fast that once.

I don't have a picture available that I can put in my journal... I wish I did!  I only kept her for 10 months because my Cutlass was a gas guzzler and I had to drive 15 miles to college and back 4 days a week. 

I went from 8 cylinders of muscle car to a 4 cylinder toy hatchback, but I had money to spend on going out with friends instead of just gas, so it was worth it!

Thanks for reminding me, John Scalzi!  This was fun!

be well,


sdoscher458 said...

Sounds like you had fun learning how to drive.  I had five separate permits, but hardly anyone to take me I never really learned...I am a non driver, very big on "Yo, TAXI" .... even in Tokyo....LOL.....Sandi

teeisme57 said...

Yes Dawn, I'm one of those who learned or tried to learn I should say to parallel park using brooms in garbage cans and I still can't do it!!!

xomywayox said...

You are way too cool for yourself. A crusty cab driver..that was funny!


sangrialel said...

What great memories.  Linda

coelha said...

I'm so glad it rarely snow where I live.  I hate driving in the snow!!  I can only imagine how scary that must have been....  Julie :)

lv2trnscrb said...

so when it comes time for your kids to drive, are you going to teach them like your dad did? He sounds like he gave you a great training, especially with skid training, etc. Something I never had and needed to learn when we moved to Montana.

great memories; thanks for sharing


lurkynat said...

awesome Dawn! I can't beleive you did that! way to go Super Woman!
affectinately yours, your friend  natalie

lurkynat said...

awesome Dawn! I can't beleive you did that! way to go Super Woman!
affectionately yours, your friend  natalie

wfhbear said...

I learned the same way you did. My Dad was a cop who worked in NYC for 28 years. Plus, My Dad yelled constantly. That I guess was his way of putting pressure on me. I learned to drive in a 1952 Nash Rambler. Regards, Bill

sazzylilsmartazz said...

My dad taught me to drive too! At the time I hated him and now I'm glad! LOL!