I learned to drive when I was 12. My father taught me. He raced cars in Virginia. It was a old dirt track. It was more crashup derby to me. LOL! My father told me, if you can drive a stick, you can drive anything. He’s gone now but he was right. I taught my daughter how to drive. She still drives a stick. When we first got in the car I told her , I have only one rule. If I say stop. You stop. She did great. I remember my first day behind the wheel with my father. He said ok. Give it gas and let the clutch out. Yeah! I did. I floored it and let the clutch out. We came out on the other side of a corn field. My father yelling, STOP! I did and we got out to look at the car. All the lights busted. Dents, windshield. He didn’t get mad. Back seat was filled with corn. Yes we had corn on the cob with dinner. He took me out every day. He didn’t give up. Just laughed. Well I’m 58 and doing good. No more corn. LOL!
@REMEMBRANCE Thank you. He never got angry. Was easy going. I thank him. My daughter couldn’t drive with my wife. She yelled a lot. Made my daughter not want to learn. I taught her the way my dad taught me. He never yelled or made you nervous. I did the same with my little girl. It was a fun time for me. I made sure it was fun My daughter too.
@L11 I kind of look at teaching your kids to drive as a right of passage. I look back on it and I can only smile. The look on her face as the truck started moving. The smile on her face as she finally learned how to park. Her fingers so white from holding the wheel. Watching her confident grow as time went by. Oh Man! Great Times. I’m glade it was me that taught her. Now it’s her turn. I believe she’ll do just fine.