Who taught you how to drive? Do you remember the year and the type of car?

Question

My mom taught me to drive in a 1959(?) black Chevy truck with three speeds on the column. The year was 1963. I failed my first test, but a week later I passed with flying colors.

I taught my son and my cousin.

Answer 1

My Father taught me to drive when we lived in Nairobi, Kenya in the late 1950's thru 1960. He taught me in a 1952 Citroen. My "classes" took place in the game preserve. One day I was speeding by a river and went over a "log" too fast.
I shook up my Dad pretty badly and he was convinced that I had damaged the car. Cautiously, he looked around for animals - none in sight - he got out to examine the car. He came rushing back in to the car - the "log" by the river was a crocodile taking an afternoon nap on the bank in the sun!!!
The croc was not even hurt - just looked at my Dad with a "what are you doing here" expression on his face!!!All ended well, and I happily toodled around Nairobi for about a year. After that we went back to London (our home) and I took one look at the traffic and said "forget it"! Now I live in the USA and have driven GM products ever since.

Answer 2

The police taught me how to drive. They had a program at my high school and it must have been a Holden because that is what the OZ cops used then.

We had a HUGE school oval so we used that. When it came to my turn the police Sergeant stood riding on the car with the door open, one foot on the side next to the driver (me) and one arm over the open door. He told me when he said stop I was to put my foot on the brake. So I did. He was catapulted between the open door and the roof, over the bonnet and onto the grass in front of the car!!!

He stood up as white as a ghost and I had never heard such language in all of my life!!!!! Needless to say he didn't come back the next week!!! He sent someone else instead.
I have never forgotten that. LOL but I passed my licence first go and have had a good record ever since!!

Answer 3

I was 13, taught myself. "Borrowed" my dads old international pick up with the starter on the floor, a steering wheel that was huge, arm strong steering, and one of those really long gear shifts. I had to stand up to press the starter - and away we went. My sister and I.

I just seemed to know what was required - the only mishap I ever had with that truck was the hood has two raised parts running along both sides and I had a 22 with a scope and rested it on the hood to take a shot at something (cant remember what) and the bullet plowed right through the "little raised thing" on the other side of the hood.

My dad was always puzzled as to how he got a bullet hole in the hood of his truck. LOL

I also had a Kawasaki when I was 13. (Kawasaki let the good times roll) and I tried driving my dad's bulldozer around the same time, which you steer with foot pedals, like a plane.

The first time I taxied with my flight instructor I think he was surprised, maybe even shocked when I said "yah just like driving a bull dozer". :-)

I liked driving, still do --

Answer 4

My Dad taught me to drive a 1965 Plymouth Fury. It was a stick, 3 speed on the column. I jumped us all over town trying to get the hang of the clutch. One day, we went up a small incline to a railroad crossing, and I was struggling trying not to let the car roll back, so I popped the clutch and got us stuck on the tracks. Luckily, no trains came and some guys in the yard office came out and helped my Dad get the car off the tracks. I let him drive it home. LOL My Dad got an automatic before I had to take the test.

Answer 5

I don't remember exactly. I got a license in the military for military vehicles. Then it was probably 1972 before I got a civilian license in a 1963 Dodge Polara F.B.I. chase car. They built too many that year and farmed the rest out to dealers. My dad wanted it but some old lady bought it. About a week later she brought it back saying there was too much power for her to operate it, my Dad bought it as a used car. Somewhere it is up on blocks, just waiting to be restored.

Answer 6

Myself. I was twelve. We had an unlicensed 1948 Ford three speed shift on the column, used to drive it around in a vacant lot next to rail road tracks. Then in drivers training, I was 15 and we learned on a 1953 Dodge column shift. By then I had been driving the Ford on the street.

Answer 7

My husband taught me how to drive a five speed 1965 Corvair but I took the test in Dodge Omni & passed the first time, at the age of 40.

Answer 8

I learned to drive a tractor at age 10. Learned from a farmhand. First I took out the fence, then I had to rebuild that same fence. After that I drove the old Studebaker truck (1940's) with the gears that made that funny noise. I drove a real car only once before my test on my 14 1/2 birthday. She was an automatic Chrysler Imperial...what a showboat!

After that, drivers ed in school was a breeze! We had AMC Pacers & Hornets to practice in!

Answer 9

Driver's Ed in school, 1962. I think it was a Chevy of some sort. Passed the class, passed the state exam, too. Dad bought me a '53 Chevy....wore the TIRES off that thing! I kept it until I left for the Navy in Sept '65.

Answer 10

When I turned 15, my dad took me to get my permit and taught me in a 1960 Chevy Station wagon. It was automatic but no power steering or power brakes. I remember parallel parking that beast when I took my driving test and the test guy was amazed.

I didn't learn to drive a stick until I got my own first car - a Renault Dauphine in college.