Blood on the highway

[toggleswitch]

Toggle, I'll bet you looked like a choir boy.

Well ok, maybe. But compared to the neighbors (who were in private Catholic schools (in the UK that is a *public* school)
I was an angel! The group of my neighbors in such schools got together and rented a house (near aforementioned school) in which they took care of their primal and substance *needs*.

I learned how to drive in Manhattan! Talk about fear! The freikin' taxis have no idea what the white and yellow lines in the pavement mean! [Stay in your lane Abdul, Mehmet & Mohhamed!] I can now drive anywhere WITHOUT fear and LOATHE bad driving. Two-footed drives in automatics is another killer!

Of course, each of us is a *GOOD* driver; the BAD driver is always someone else!

Favorite pet peeve on the road? Slow down to being near-stopped in an intersection. uhm, NO this is where you get hit. MOVE out of there! Or stopping randomly with no regard for other drivers/traffic.

Let me zip it now before I start bitchin' in earnest. LOL

 

[toggleswitch]

AXIOS, They shouted at the ceremony (he is worthy).

Toggle, I'll bet you looked like a choir boy.

We don't really have choir boys in my brand of voo-doo.
But I was an acolyte (altar-boy), a catechism teacher (Sunday school) and went through my XEIPOTONIA- and am an official church-reader...........ORDAINED. That is the word. I guess it is because I do Greek really well.

 

[hoover1060]

for me..

25 years ago I got my license. February 20, 1981. It seems like yesterday.
I took driver's ed in High school, and then had the (un)fortunate blessing of having my dad take me driving in the evenings.
My favorite quote from him teaching me how to drive: "Dammit don't take your half out of the middle"

I was a nervous wreck to say the least.
I'll never forget the cars either. back then my mom's car was a 1978 Buick Electra Limited, Dad drove a 1980 Buick Regal.
Of those two cars, I loved driving the Electra, it felt solid, heavy, and it seemed to float on the roads, and remember the purr of the 350 V8. Dad's Regal was a V6 and seemed small and cramped, and rattly. Dad drove all over for his work, and his cars always were well used. Mom's car was always the "good" car and driven very little. If I remember right it had 18,000 miles on it.
I miss those cars and those days.
Today I drive a 2003 Mercury Grand Marquis. That 1978 Buick of mom's set a standard for me I still can't break, I love big rear drive V8 cars!