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I learned how to drive a land yacht! It was a 1965 Ford country squire wagon. It was fun making a three pont turn in that big car during my driver's test! My father learned to drive on a 1925 model T one ton truck.


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I learned to drive in my car I drive now. A 93 Lincoln Contanental. A boat.LOL


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I believe a 1972(?) Plymouth, it was as big as a semi trailer!


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A WWII Army jeep!
But once dad realized it was hopeless to teach me stick shift, I learned on my parents 1984 Ninety Eight Oldsmobile. Once I got my license, it was handed down to me and I drove it until 2000!!
I loved that car.


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I learned how to drive in a VW beetle Stick shift. Boy! That was fun!!!Even More fun on a hill!Holding the brake until the light turns green , then pushing the clutch in to go forward. WOW!!!Sometimes it was scary!!Now I drive automatics. Much more comfortable to drive.


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First car I ever drove was a 1979 Trans Am. But most of my learning was on a 1982 Oldsmobile Forenza


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CAR??
I had to feed & water ole Dobbin before hookin him to the wagon!
I actually had several "learner" cars:

First was a hopped up Chevey with a 4-speed - one of the Seniors on Stage Crew
used to let me try it out in the school lot after shows ... a year before I had my "permit".

The Family Bomb was a '56 or 57 Chevy ... not quite a "muscle-car"!

The High School Drivers Ed ride was the BOMB!! >>>

Each of the local auto dealers "loaned" a new car to the school for a year's use in
the Driver Ed program - taught by real, certified, full-time Teachers back then.
Program was so popular I couldn't get in till summer school, a couple months after I
turned 16. Mom felt sorry I was "delayed", so she took me out for some limited practice.

Class Day 1 ... we had 3 Teacher/Instructors, 9 students, and 3 new cars ...

I wound up with the "Senior" Instructor, who wound up picking the Caddy as his "Ride".

FIRST DAY ... "Anybody had ANY experience behind the wheel?"

I still haden't learned NOT to raise my hand ...

"OK, Phred, pre-trip the car and Hop In!
Head for up-town ... I gotta run an errand!"

I've never been IN something this HUGE ... it feels like a Mack Truck!

"Up-Town" in Mt. Lebanon involved navigating over Trolley Tracks ...
steel railroad tracks embeded in the concrete roadway - which had the nasty habit
of tossing the rubber-tired Caddy Boat just about anywhere but straight!

WHAT an experience that summer was!
But it WAS a good learning experience - being able to handle that BOAT of a car
meant a more "normal-sized" set of wheels handled like a sporty car!



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my first car was a light blue 78 Chevette ....


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A mid 70's probably 1975 or 1976 Chevy Vega, (had to watch that cadaletic converter!) and a 1972 Ford Ranger pickup.


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Hmmm, Ma's 1976(?) Pinto wagon, Dad's big pick-up truck, big sister's 1969 Ford Falcon - whatever was around!


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Originally Posted by Chica
I learned how to drive in a VW beetle Stick shift. Boy! That was fun!!!Even More fun on a hill!Holding the brake until the light turns green , then pushing the clutch in to go forward. WOW!!!Sometimes it was scary!!Now I drive automatics. Much more comfortable to drive.
lol lol lol Me too, Sherry!! I thought my mother would have had a heart attack beofre we got home, every time. She was a smoker back in those days and I could have sworn she had a cigarette lit in each hand. She was such a wreck.


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The mayor's driving skills convinced our dad NEVER to try to teach another person how to drive a standard. (She smoked the clutch while still in the driveway one day)


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Well, hmm.. I haven't REALLY learned how to drive, but I first drove a Go-Kart.. and then after that it was my dad's Purple Toyota truck. It's a straight!


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I learned to drive in England in a 1967 BMC Mini. Boy it was fun and I have loved minis ever since. Karen, I crunched gears too and now I drive automatics most of the time!


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Hey, I eventually learned to drive a standard - from a paid stranger. T'was easier on everyone's nerves that way, and besides, it was HER clutch, not one Dad would end up fixing if I busted it!