Who Taught You How to Drive?

Anonymous032819 · ‎03-29-2019

For me, it was my dad.

He taught me how to drive a stick shift.

He was so patient with me, and never once raised his voice.

He would complement me, encourage me, and give me helpful advice, and gently correct me if I did make a mistake.

So, who taught you how to drive?

The Sky looks different when you have someone you love up there.

Krimpette · ‎03-09-2010

We had driver's ed in high school.

chickenbutt · ‎03-09-2010

Same as Krimpette - driving school during high school. We had the academic classes and the driving classes.

Goldengate8361 · ‎01-27-2014

My older sister (7 years older). She taught me in a really old light green Falcon! It was a really old car at the time...but I was thrilled to learn to drive in it.

Icegoddess · ‎03-19-2010

My father taught both me and my sister. He also started before we were old enough to get a permit, my sister much earlier than me because she is tall and I am short. We went every other Sunday to visit grandparents. He would take a winding back road on the way back home and let us drive it. My first actually purchased car was a stick shift, so he also taught me how to drive that before heading off to college. I still drive a stick to this day.

Funny though, after one lesson trying to teach my Mom, he hired a professional.

QVCkitty1 · ‎05-23-2015

Drivers Ed. The last time my folks tried to teach me, they got into a big arguement about how to teach me. I pulled over, stopped the car, and said " I'm done,". School was much better.

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JaneMarple · ‎05-23-2011

My stepfather who was a truck driver, he taught me all the rules of the road. I'm considered the best driver in the family, one of my brothers in law said I'm the only sister that he can go sleep inn the car with.

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MamaWick · ‎03-09-2010

Unofficially, I taught myself by taking daddy's car after he was asleep at night. Very heavy sleeper. My bio mom died when I was 15, so it was just the 2 of us (I got a wonderful bonus mom and got 2 little sisters a few years later). Anyway, daddy sleeping, me taking car, so taught myself at night. I am appalled I did this now that I'm an adult.

Daddy was very impressed with how well I drove when he started officially teaching me. His best advice that I still carry today is "always be aware of your surroundings" and I use it for everything, not just driving.

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dooBdoo · ‎06-27-2010

My parents (they decided not to be risk-takers😉😁) took us to a local driving school for training (automatic, not stick-shift). Our county school didn't offer the class.

In later years, when I needed to learn to drive a manual, one of my brothers-in-law who has the patience of Job taught me in our neighborhood filled with steep, steep, steep hills and valleys. That was an experience I'll never forget -- bet he won't either!

@Anonymous032819, It sounds like your father was a kind and patient person.❤️ Mine was, too.❤️

Few things reveal your intellect and your generosity of spirit—the parallel powers of your heart and mind—better than how you give feedback.~Maria Popova

J Town Girl · ‎06-13-2011

My Dad started to teach me but the lessons never went very well. He was the most patient man in the world but put him in the passenger seat with me behind the wheel and he made me a nervous wreck. Almost every lesson ended up with me angry and in tears.

My older brother took over the lessons and he was much more patient with me. After only two or three more driving sessions my brother told me I was now ready to take my test.

I grew up in PA and in those days you went to the driving course and PA State trooper was the one who administered the test. If you could pass the test with a trooper sitting there beside you knew you were able to handle driving.

You also took the test in a controlled area with others who were taking their tests. You didn't have to drive out on the actual road.

My Dad took me for my test and was so happy for me when I passed and he did say that he was sorry for his impatience. His explanation was that he knew what he would do but wasn't sure if I knew to do the same.

Now after all of my years of driving I understood what he meant. If I'm a passenger in a car with someone else driving I always worry if they are aware of what the drivers of the other cars are doing. I have to constantly fight the temptation to not be a backseat driver.