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Oh I can remember the first day I got behind the wheel of our truck to drive. It was between the 8th and 9th grade!
I had taught my sister to drive when I was little. She wanted to learn to drive so mom told her, "Lois can teach you. She watches daddy." So she got in the auto, pulled down the passenger seat for me to sit on and I proceed to tell her what daddy did. She learned how to drive this way.
I would play in daddy's truck so much he would end up not having any brake fluid. The day he let me drive we were down at the garden. It was the summer between the 8th and 9th grade. It was quite a ways back to the garden that was down near a branch. Daddy said yes I could drive.
It is a day I will never forget! Pine trees were on both sides of where daddy had driven the truck down the to garden, and it was not a straight path. I started off a bit jumpy as most of you know that learned on a stick shift.
That thing was going faster than my bicycle, and I was dodging trees left and right. We had a big long commercial chicken house. I had to turn sharp right to get on the drive back to the house. Well, I turned all right, but nearly got the edge of the roof. He just told me I would have to make a bigger turn to not do that again.
We made it back home, and I think with my heart in my mouth. Everything was going by so fast. When we stopped daddy told me to stand beside the open door on the drivers side. He got in the drivers seat and showed me how to gently let the clutch out while gradually pressing the gas. Back and forth he went showing me.
From that time on I got to drive. We had a long drive and I circled the big oak tree in the front yard, back to the end of the barn where there was a circle. What a thrilled to get to drive.
Then came the time he allowed me to go to town by my self. I was told I couldn't go over 25 or 30 miles an hour, I forget which. I knew I had better do what daddy said because my aunts lived on the way to town, and they would sit out on the
front porch. I didn't want to loose my chances to drive and was not about to do anything to loose that.
It was a small town, and the constable let the young folks drive as long as they drove carefully. They just couldn't go on the highway some distance away. He said they needed to learn and how could they if they couldn't drive?
I guess daddy must have trusted me pretty much. He sent me to town with no brakes. He showed me how to gently pull the emergency brake up and use it.
From that time on when we went through the big city daddy would sit in the middle between mama and me and let me drive.
When I was 16, I took drivers education to get my drivers license. By then I had been driving for 3 years. It was lots of fun. There were several of us that had been driving for a long time so we all got to go together. We learned police turns and in general had a good time. When we were going through backing up exercises my instructor told me I went backwards better than forwards. Daddy had taught me how to back up and keep control of the truck so that was no biggie, as well as how to get out of tight spots.
So I have fond memories of daddy teaching me to drive, and out trips. When our son was about 9 we taught him how to drive. He only knows automatic shifts though, other than driving the lawn mower.
I have loved the freedom it has given me in being able to drive. In fact I love it so much that hubby hardly ever gets to drive when we go somewhere.
(C) 22 May 2001 "Rambling Rose's Jottem Downs" By ML Bierman
I had taught my sister to drive when I was little. She wanted to learn to drive so mom told her, "Lois can teach you. She watches daddy." So she got in the auto, pulled down the passenger seat for me to sit on and I proceed to tell her what daddy did. She learned how to drive this way.
I would play in daddy's truck so much he would end up not having any brake fluid. The day he let me drive we were down at the garden. It was the summer between the 8th and 9th grade. It was quite a ways back to the garden that was down near a branch. Daddy said yes I could drive.
It is a day I will never forget! Pine trees were on both sides of where daddy had driven the truck down the to garden, and it was not a straight path. I started off a bit jumpy as most of you know that learned on a stick shift.
That thing was going faster than my bicycle, and I was dodging trees left and right. We had a big long commercial chicken house. I had to turn sharp right to get on the drive back to the house. Well, I turned all right, but nearly got the edge of the roof. He just told me I would have to make a bigger turn to not do that again.
We made it back home, and I think with my heart in my mouth. Everything was going by so fast. When we stopped daddy told me to stand beside the open door on the drivers side. He got in the drivers seat and showed me how to gently let the clutch out while gradually pressing the gas. Back and forth he went showing me.
From that time on I got to drive. We had a long drive and I circled the big oak tree in the front yard, back to the end of the barn where there was a circle. What a thrilled to get to drive.
Then came the time he allowed me to go to town by my self. I was told I couldn't go over 25 or 30 miles an hour, I forget which. I knew I had better do what daddy said because my aunts lived on the way to town, and they would sit out on the
front porch. I didn't want to loose my chances to drive and was not about to do anything to loose that.
It was a small town, and the constable let the young folks drive as long as they drove carefully. They just couldn't go on the highway some distance away. He said they needed to learn and how could they if they couldn't drive?
I guess daddy must have trusted me pretty much. He sent me to town with no brakes. He showed me how to gently pull the emergency brake up and use it.
From that time on when we went through the big city daddy would sit in the middle between mama and me and let me drive.
When I was 16, I took drivers education to get my drivers license. By then I had been driving for 3 years. It was lots of fun. There were several of us that had been driving for a long time so we all got to go together. We learned police turns and in general had a good time. When we were going through backing up exercises my instructor told me I went backwards better than forwards. Daddy had taught me how to back up and keep control of the truck so that was no biggie, as well as how to get out of tight spots.
So I have fond memories of daddy teaching me to drive, and out trips. When our son was about 9 we taught him how to drive. He only knows automatic shifts though, other than driving the lawn mower.
I have loved the freedom it has given me in being able to drive. In fact I love it so much that hubby hardly ever gets to drive when we go somewhere.
(C) 22 May 2001 "Rambling Rose's Jottem Downs" By ML Bierman
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