What Was Your First...?
I do think that I'll start a series called, "What Was Your First...?" So, with this being the introductory issue, that I hope to be weekly, the big question is what was your first driving experience? When, how old were you, what kind of car and how did you do? I'll tell you mine tomorrow.
posted by M at 1:29 PM
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My older brother allowing me to reverse his Vauxhall Viva (shudder)along a pier aged 14. He was a very trusting,bloody idiot.
I sweated profusely.
Oh blimey...
Oh Tina,family got rid of you already?
One of my first real responsibilities was backing out the family wagon from the garage. Mom was afraid of it and it seemed better to let her 7 year old son do it instead.
By the time I was 16 I had logged about 345 miles in reverse just from backing out 2 or three times a day.
I started driving at the age of 13! OMG I was a terrible driver, the absolute worst! I began with 4x4 Monster Chevy pickup that was my Dad's. My first car at the age of 13 was a Chevy SS Nova (I despised it...but all the guys loved that car)
Hmmmm, that was so long ago. I'd have to say I was 9 or 10. My parents would let me move the car out of the driveway and into the empty lot beside the house. I think it was mainly the car and I can't even remember what kind. Then when I was 14 or 15 my Dad let me drive the truck up the logging road when we went hunting. Hmmmmm, he got mad at me because I was going about 50mph up a dirt logging road (in the days when Canada was imperial.)
Hmmm, my sister would also let me drive the car (mom's of course) down the road when she was 16 and I was 12. We'd pretend we were stunt drivers making a getaway and run beside the vehicle, open the door and then jump in.
1992, it was a 1980 Mark 1 Ford Fiesta 1.1GL in beige (of course). It had done 80,000 when I got it and from day it overheated like a bastard and I had to drive with the heater and fan on full blast, full heat even in the summer. Not pleasant. Even worse was the smell of curry that came through the vents when the fan was on.
I replaced loads of things on that car - mostly myself too - and learned a fair bit about mechanics. I enjoyed doing this and it gave me an appreciation of having new cars once this one died.
After the sills had rusted and had been replaced, I spent an afternoon painting over the new metalwork with Hammerite. Armed with a fully-loaded brush, I went on to give the car a set of eyelashes. Oh yes, they knew me around Manchester alright.
I finally got rid of the car when it came to replacing the starter motor for the second time. I couldn't cope with lying on the frozen ground and scraping my knuckles anymore. I discovered that getting a bank loan was easy and moved on to get my first Nissan.
Fuck, at the third attempt, I might read your post properly.
My first driving experience was on Ainsdale beach on the Lancashire coast. I was in my friend's mum's car (a Vauxhall (GM shit) Astra (shittest of the shit) and it was terrifying. I didn't get out of 2nd gear.
The weirdest driving experience is the very first time you go out on your own. Up to the time when you pass your test, you have to be accompanied by your instructor or suitably qualified driver. Then comes the day when the seat next to you is empty; the car suddenly seems very big and you feel very alone. I tried to reverse down the back drive and got the car caught on a neighbour's fencepost. When I finally got on the road, it was just weird.
I can't remember my first driving experience. I was way too damn drunk. :P
I was 19, my husband took me driving in a store parking lot, it was disasterous and we still laugh about it. I went 60mph around a sharp turn, in front of people coming out of a bar, I didn't think nothing of that, and after that my husband took the keys and told me the car was almost out of gas. It had a quarter tank.
The same day, earlier on, a cop rounded the corner I was on, so I slammed on the brakes and sat there in a panic. The cop and his partner began to stare at me, my husband urged me to go forward. I did - right thru the stop sign. LOL. He tells me to stop, so I screech to a stop, and panic. I give him back the keys. He makes me take them again, but asks me: what were you doing? didn't you see the sign? Yes. But, I thought since I had already stopped before, I wouldn't have to again. LMAO! I was about 100' from the stop sign. This is why, to this day, I still do not have a license. I could tell you toher stories, like from 2 weeks ago when I had to park my sisters car that had stalled inthe drive thru, but it's too long a tale and you probably are not interested.
Fantastic! I really enjoyed all of your stories!! Thanks for participating!
The sun was going down and my father decides he's going to teach his thirteen year old son to drive. I didn't want to learn, especially not with my father as drivning instructor. We were in his little yellow Nissan (a stick shift) and everything was going o.k. until he got impatient with my gear changes and starting yelling. It made me so nervous that I made a sudden right into the middle of a field. He was yelling to stop the car and finally I did. We laughed for a few minutes and I didn't really learn to drive until I was eighteen. I still don't like driving.
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