This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Time Travel Tuesday--First Driving Experience

It’s time to travel on Tuesday again. Annie is asking us for our first car or driving experience.

When I was fourteen it was legal to get a learner’s permit. And I did. I passed the written test quite nicely, thank you. Too bad I had to get behind a wheel of a car.

My father was rather, ahhhh…expressive in his teaching. Sometimes the expressiveness made me a little nervous. I remember driving his truck on a gravel road one time. He had told me the importance of not “riding the brake” somewhere in my lessons. Well, so I had that on my mind. We were on some hilly roads and I would get the truck up them and then just let it coast down. Apparently my “coasting” was like “roller-coasting.” I got a good lecture from that. Occasionally our lessons would end in me pulling over and refusing to drive anymore.

It was my mother who I was more comfortable with. She was always reserved. Her corrections were quiet and she never stomped on the “pretend passenger brake” or grabbed the door of the car with stress.

We survived from fourteen to fifteen. Driver’s Ed came next. My softball coach was my teacher. He said I thought STOP signs were “Oooze” signs because I would not step on the brake hard enough. I passed Driver’s Ed but with the condition that I take both the written and driving tests when I turned 16. I passed both.

My first accident was in the parking lot of my dad’s grocery store. I hit a customer’s car. Thankfully I was going so slow that nothing was hurt.

My first time driving a stick shift alone was in rush hour traffic—my husband made me drive him to work in our new (only) car and then drive myself home during the height of rush hour. Oh and 15 inches of snow had fallen the day before—the roads were drivable, but it was stressful. But after that I never had a problem and ended up loving our stick shift car.

My first (and only) speeding ticket was just before I turned 35. I cried so hard after I got it—not in front of the officer. I cried because I deserved the tickets and because my “babies” were in the car and I couldn’t believe I had been in such a hurry that I compromised my boys. I try hard to drive sensibly and this just wasn’t something I did.

Oh…for the record I drove my first tractor after 30 when I was working at a horse barn. I got it stuck in a manure pile and had to have my honey get me out of there. How romantic.

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annie said...

I think I was pulled over about 20 times between 16 & 18. I didn't get one ticket though. I was a speed girl in my car. Not good.
Thanks for sharing your fun stories!

Dapoppins said...

Great memories. But I think you are more careful than I am.

Leah in Iowa said...

I had an accident in a grocery store parking lot, too! I had made plans for the night and was in a hurry, and backed right into a big concrete pot that held a light pole. What an idiot! =) My dad never said much about it, but my mom made me pay the insurance increase. Love her! Thanks for sharing your driving tales! They took me back a few years.

Barbara H. said...

I only ever got one ticket, too, and that was a few years ago. I was so upset!

I've never driven a tractor. I imagine that takes some doing!! They look like they'd be hard to maneuver.

kim said...

That first ticket is so distressing! *smiles*

Coach J said...

Oh, good memories to share with us! I'm 3 for 6 in the ticket dept. and I hit a couple of cars in my school parking lot in the rush trying to get home! :) But, just last year, I managed to side swipe a friend's neighbors mailbox on one side of my truck, and then swipe OUR mailbox on the other. :) Racing stripes, I call them.

Anonymous said...

It sure is hard getting that first ticket. :) I think I have only had 3 in my life.