Okay, I do know that it is Wednesday and I missed Tuesday and the memory challenge but here it is….that all important rite of passage…the driver’s license.
I didn’t get a lot of driving experience because the only car we had was the “company” car my mom got to drive because she worked for a car dealership. I wasn’t allowed to drive that because I wasn’t covered on their insurance. My grandmother had a car but I can’t remember why I wasn’t allowed to drive that.
I took the driver’s ed that was typical in high school back then. Some time in the simulators and the class car but I have very little memory of that.
I was actually a senior, or maybe it was the summer between junior and senior year, before I took the driving test and then it was only because my mom was dating someone who had a car that I was able to use. I don’t remember the test or the actual getting of the license. In fact, I remember more about getting my own car in my senior year than anything else. I remember calling my best friend Linda Belcher and she and I went for a ride. I don’t remember where we went but we ended up back at her house eating an entire bag of Hershey’s kisses to celebrate.
Okay…I guess I thought this was going to be about getting a driver’s license but I guess I don’t remember that much about that stage in my life.
How about you? What do you remember about learning to drive?
Driver’s Ed was a requirement when I was in high school. We used simulators as well. Our instructor was an OLD geezer who kept falling asleep during the home movie parts.
I flunked my first attempt at getting my license. We had to go to the State Police to get them, and my guy was way harsh! I cried all the way home. But I passed the second time 🙂
Yikes – the State Police! Of course I can remember when we had to go to the police department and pass a test to get a BICYLCE license. LOL
I remember that I bought a moped and rode it everywhere on the small city streets (I lived in a suburban neighborhood of Orlando). I worked on the navy base and used to ride it to work. How I loved that moped. The independence and great gas mileage. It was a blast. That’s when I was 15, I think. I don’t think you had to be 16 to drive a moped, though I could be wrong.
When I moved out of the house at 16, I had to buy a car because I had to drive on much busier streets and highways for school and work. I didn’t treat my trusty little Corolla nearly as nicely as I should have.
As much as I hate cars and the hassle of them (just paid $300 for a new battery and spark plugs, in fact), I do savor the feeling of knowing I can go anywhere I want!
A moped? Wow! Another piece to the puzzle that is Laura.
We didn’t have simulators. That sounds cool. We just had a car that we drove with the driver’s ed teacher pointing out various places where people had died in car accidents. I guess that was supposed to be inspiring. It didn’t help my nerves much.
At any rate, I never got my license. And I still don’t have one. Periodically dear friends would decide I really MUST drive and would make me go get my permit and drive their cars around until they got bored with the process, then I would go back to my happy nondriving ways.
Driving actually gives me chest pains in a “I’m about to have a panic attack and kill us all” kind of way. So, really, everyone is better off without me on the road.
Oh gosh, I would have been a mess if the teacher was pointing out where people died. Yikes!
While I have a license, I don’t like to drive. I don’t care about cars except that the go when I turn the key.
I get the chest pains whenever someone tries to push on me that I need to learn how to drive a stick.