Mocha With Linda has begun a new weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. Sounds like fun!
The flashback question this week is:
How and when did you learn to drive? Do you have any particular memories associated with getting your driver license? How old were you when you got your first car and what was it? Who paid for it?
In my very first driving experience as a teen-ager, my dad asked me to move the car from where we had washed it to where we usually parked it. He got in the car with me but gave me no instructions at all. I knew enough to turn the ignition and put the car in reverse, but I backed out a little too fast, and he started to shout, “Hit the brake, Hit the brake!” I said, “Where’s the brake?”….and backed over the mailbox. My dad had a fairly short fuse, but thankfully he started laughing instead of getting angry, probably realizing that just because I had been riding in a car for 15 years didn’t mean I had picked up on how to drive it.
I took Driver’s Ed. in my local high school, but the next summer we moved from our little tiny town to the whopping metropolis of Houston. I could drive in my neighborhood, but the freeways scared me. I’d take the feeder next to 45 all the way from my house to church — about a 30-minute drive. Once I tried the freeways, though, I loved them: I loved going faster and having no traffic lights.
I have never actually had my own car in my own name, which is fine with me. We had some little tannish thing that I learned on — I’m sorry, I don’t know the makes and models of many vehicles. Then in Houston we had some kind of big monstrosity that was the family car, but I could use it for most anything. It could look a little purplish in certain lighting, but I thought it was a faded black. I was horrified later on to hear my mom call it “Ol’ Purple,” to think I had been driving an actual purple car.
Do you have any interesting early driving experiences to share?