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How I learned...

Starting when I was about 11, my dad would take me to the Bellville Junior High parking lot; we would switch places and he would show me a few driving skills at a time. It started with his 1991 Ford Explorer, then our 1993 Ford Aerostar van, following with various rental cars he used for business trips (Mitsubishi Montero Sport and a 2000 "new-design" Suburban to name a couple), then finally a 1998 Chevrolet Suburban and 1999 GMC Yukon. So just in those occasional weekends I became used to driving different vehicles.

I took Driver's Ed in November 2003; the classes on Monday & Thursday nights, as well as Saturday mornings, was taught by an eccentric, in an amusing way, ex-principal of BHS from 1982-1997. You had to be present for 3 classes to obtain a learner's permit (after your 15th birthday of course), and then you would be able to do the in-car instruction. Except for video days, it was pretty amusing for the most part. Those were the worst...boring-@$$ videos on pedestrian safety while driving, 18-wheelers, etc. I think I skipped...er, missed, about 3 classes in all; had to make them up during the Spring session.

For in-car instruction, you had to have 30 hours in all, if I remember correctly. 2 students paired up and drove in a Suzuki Esteem (talk about a slow, small, uncomfortable POS) with an instructor for 2 hours (of course when an hour passed we switched off). Wayne took us through town and to Brenham and back, running errands for him most of the time (video rental to name one...LOL). One girl had to drive to Katy on her first in-car session, if you can believe that! Since I'm not the world's best driver, especially not when I was 15, I got mostly B's and C's on the in-car test...didn't really care though. Parallel parking, however, I aced...made it look like it was nothing. And while everyone else has flipped, hit fenceposts, received unimaginable tickets, etc., I haven't hit anyone or been pulled over ONCE, yet. One of the reasons why I'm not including the word "never" in that sentence...:)

My '98 Ford F-150 was fun in the fact that it was a 5-speed standard, but I had NO depth perspective with that truck since the seat was lower than normal, and that fact that I'm only 5'6 doesn't help much either! Now I have my dad's "old" truck, an '04 Dodge Ram 4-door, and while I wish it had vertically-adjustable seats (LOL), it's a BREEZE to drive, and while it's not the 5.7L Hemi, the 4.7L V8/4-speed automatic can GET. Unless it's something luxurious or vintage, and either big or sporty, you won't catch me in a car anytime soon. Yes, the rice-burners and Z06's may look cool, but as far as crash protection is concerned I will take my pickup over them ANY day!

--Austin
 
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
 
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.
 
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!
 
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