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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I have to renew my driver's license. Again. If I had kept all my licenses, they'd stack up like a full deck of cards by now.

And to think I can still remember my driver's ed class. Probably because my young life flashed before my eyes in that class.

A student was driving (not me) and we were on a bridge and he got so close to the car in the opposite lane that we all took a collective breath and blew it out at the same time at the other end of the bridge. I still have nightmares about being in a car that runs off the road and into a river.

Another driving memory comes to mind.

My husband decided to teach me to drive a clutch. After numerous hours of private tutoring (he wore a neck brace the entire time), hubby finally set me free. We lived in a town that had hills and one particularly unhappy afternoon, I found myself stuck halfway up the hill when a train decided to pass. Life was good until the train left and the cars started moving. Try as I might, I could not slip that sucker into gear, so my car started rolling.



The hill.

Did I mention the trail of cars behind me? That were now backing up to get away from me? A few even had the nerve to honk their horns. I would have honked right back, thank you, if I could have figured out how to shift, work the clutch, the brakes and the horn all at the same time.

Thankfully, those days are over. We’re automatic and we live in the flatlands. So I’ll boldly trudge my way to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles like everyone else. Maybe if they see me wearing my mask with lips (yes, I’m still quarantined), they’ll have mercy on me. Come to think of it, that might make a decent picture.

So how about it, any good driver’s ed or learning to drive stories out there?
Diann Hunt  
posted at 10:00 AM  
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At 11:55 PM, Blogger Just Nancy said...

I dented the drivers' ed car when I was learning to drive. This was back in the 70s in PA and in 10th grade, we took drivers' ed once a week. I went driving with another friend in the drivers' ed car and I was too close to the stop sign when I was trying to make a right turn and I hit the sign with the passengers' side door. I was so embarrassed and to make it worse, I vowed not to tell my parents. This was over the summer. My dad was the tax collector for the school district and the next day he went into town to get the mail and saw the drivers' ed car taking some other student drivers around. He came home and said, "Who dented the drivers' ed car?" In a tiny voice, I said, "I did." He just stared at me then said, "I guess I'd better collect more taxes to get it fixed." Then he called my mom at her job and I heard him say, "At least it wasn't one of our cars!"

At 12:12 AM, Blogger Pam S. said...

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At 12:16 AM, Blogger Pam S. said...

I was teaching my sister how to drive in the school parking lot over the summer. When I asked her to back up, she said, "I can't. If I look backwards I can't watch the pedals."

P.S. Sorry I had to delete the first comment. I messed up on the typing and wasn't looking. I guess I should have been looking at the pedals.

At 7:10 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh Di, I can totally see you rolling back down the hill! I break out in a cold sweat every time I think about learning to drive a clutch. We have hills in the town of Wabash. Some big hills. I used to try to figure out how I could drive through it without hitting any of them. LOL

At 8:36 AM, Blogger Katy McKenna said...

I tried to learn to drive a clutch, too, when I was 17. My teacher was a friend of mine--a Catholic priest who also taught me religion at the all-girls school I attended. He decided (his idea!) to let me have a crack at his BMW a little too close to the gathering bumper-to-bumper traffic heading into Chicago.

That car sputtered and died every time I tried to move it three feet forward. Poor Father wasn't a swearing man, but before we (and the two other girls in the car) held the Chinese fire drill on the freeway to get me out of the driver's seat, I think he did light up a ciggie. And possibly pull out a small flask of whiskey.

He left the priesthood and died awfully young, too, but I swear that wasn't my fault. BTW, he did not leave me the BMW in his will. ;)

Katy McKenna

At 8:54 AM, Blogger mazzucasinswaziland said...

Not driver's ed, but shortly after I got my license I borrowed my mother's car to get my nails done before the prom. The lady wasn't there to do it and I was so devestated, I cried myself silly as I called my mother (on her cell her car) as I pulled out of the mall. I ran a red light and smacked a car...while I was talking to my mom...on her cell her car. I was so freaked out, I yelled, "Mom, I just hit a car! I gotta go!" and proceeded to unplug the phone. Needless to say, she was less than happy. Since she couldn't leave work, she sent one of her co-workers to see if I was all right. To this day, she still nags me about the dangerous combo of driving and talking on phones!

At 11:22 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, what fun stories!

Keep 'em coming!!!

At 2:06 PM, Blogger Melanie said...

I had a particularly unhappy time while doing my "in-car" portion of my drivers ed. I should point beforehand, however, that I had the utmost respect for those educators - talk about nerves!
Anyway, the car I practiced in was, first of all, filled with fast-food trash. And I don't mean two or three items. I'm talking 20+.
Second, my instructor smoked. A lot. And for someone like me who is super sensitive (read: coughs a lot when around cigarette smoke) it was a struggle.

This would have been tolerable. However, I have just been setting the scene.

During my last session, my instructor informs me she does not feel well. As soon as we leave my neighborhood, we hit a major intersection. All of a sudden, while I'm stopped at a red light - my instructor opens her door, leans out, and barfs (a lot) into the road.

Then we continued "like normal" for the rest of the 2 hour session.

It was a great moment. Especially when I think about how the people in neighboring cars were probably thinking: "That poor instructor. She is ill because that student driver is doing such a poor job."

At 2:28 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Melanie, that story is HILARIOUS!!!! I hope you write that down somewhere, it's just toooooo good!!!

At 4:44 PM, Blogger Shauna said...

Um, it's not a driver's ed or learning to drive story, but here goes.

A couple years ago I was backing out of the grocery store parking lot. I was in a hurry and whipped out of my parking space...and smashed my tail light on a looooong line of shopping carts!

I still haven't lived it down.

At 2:03 PM, Blogger Deena said...

Took me 3 tries to get my license...first time out, drove the wrong way on a one way

At 6:26 PM, Blogger Crown Video said...

Diann, I'm having trouble emailing u from the email address provided on your website. Is that email working? Thanks!

At 6:47 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Hmm, Crown Video. Try emailing her at


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