Driving, School

Learning to Drive

I’m a driver. Not in the sense that I drive people around for a living, I just enjoy driving a lot. I guess I could’ve initially said “I enjoy driving a lot.” It’s hard for me to think of times when I didn’t have my license and had to be chauffeured around by a parent. That’s no way to live life.

To get to the point I’m at now, I had to go through driving school TWICE. I don’t think my mom trusted that I would be a good driver right away. Probably because of the time that I pulled onto a main road without stopping, while cars were approaching in both directions. tumblr_meaodcw8361qbe1mdo1_500

I didn’t drive with my mom much after that. I think I eventually forced my dad to risk his life and drive with me. I pretty much drove in circles and made him listen to the Chicago soundtrack with me. He had it comin’, he had it comin’, he only had himself to blame….if you’d have been there, if you’d have seen it, I betcha you would’ve done the same!

And all that jazz.

See, I get talked into taking classes easily. I remember freshman year of high school, I was 15 years old before most of the people in my year. My friend told me that I should take Driver’s Ed through the school with her since I was old enough to get my learner’s permit. I got my permit, and the next semester, I was in class with her. My teacher was super old and annoying and always talked about how good his break reaction speed was. Like, who cares?

The best part of the class is that we got to leave school. Driving around was fine, but leaving school was an amazing feeling. In that class I earned the name Lead-foot Lily (It was actually my last name, but Lily sounds better. Don’t you hate when teacher’s refer to you as your last name like you’re in the army or something? ) because, you can guess,Β  I was into going fast and breaking hard.


Do you think the guy that’s driving is nervous because he’s driving without a license plate?

After I was done with that class, my mom enrolled me in a driving class outside of school. My teacher’s name was Mr. Wickersham and he would drive up to my house and I would get in the car and drive around with him and pick up other kids who wanted to die. Wickersham was old and boring. He didn’t give me a cool nickname, but on my sixteenth birthday he took me through the McDonald’s drive thru and bought me a Sausage McMuffin. So he definitely had some credibility.

I waited a month after my birthday to get my license. I was nervous. Everyone at school liked to tell horror stories of which DMV was the worst and which ones made you parallel park and which ones made you pull out into oncoming traffic. I was a pro at pulling out into oncoming traffic so I picked that one. Everything went smoothly and I almost hugged the guy that was testing me when he said, “Alright, you passed.” I even opened the door for him we we went back inside.

Ever since then, I’ve been a driving machine. Lead-foot or not, I like to drive around, listen to tunes, and sing by myself. It soothes me. It’s a new form of freedom when you’re sixteen. You can just get up and go whenever you want. Unless you don’t have a car. Then nothing really changes.


38 thoughts on “Learning to Drive

  1. Oh wonderful way to steal my blogging ideas from months ago. There’s something called copyright you know. If someone writes about a topic it’s off-limits to everyone else forever.

    I’m so glad I didn’t have to go to a driving school. My high school did everything for us which was brilliant of them. Why is it girls have lead foots and guys are just “cool” when they do the same thing? Have you ever gotten a ticket? I bet you have.

    • Umm I don’t know your life okay? I actually don’t remember that post at all. That might have been my I’m-not-reading-anyone’s-posts-because-I’m-too-lazy phase. I agree about the topic thing, and I honestly didn’t know you wrote about it! I thought I was being super creative. Trust me, I have an amazing memory so my bad for forgetting about your post. Is mine better than yours? Is that why you’re mad? πŸ˜‰

      I’ve gotten every ticket. I even got a ticket when I wasn’t even driving. I was walking on the train tracks and they gave me a ticket. Although, I’ve cried my way out of the last 4 tickets I was about to get so I’d say I perfected my act.

  2. turnerbarr says:

    Ah drivers Ed. How I miss it. My teacher would smoke like a chimney and share life perspectives. For example, we pulled over to switch drivers out of town near a big ravine and he would comment whilst smoking ” this would be the perfect place to dump a dead body”. It was a fun ride home.

    • Haha your teacher sounds like a fun guy. He knows how to party. If parties consisted of killing people and then joking about it. And then having a smoke.

  3. My dad owned a car lot in Baltimore which specialized in classic American and imported performance cars – so I was always hopeful of getting my hands on one of those beauties for my learning to drive experience. Alas, no. I had to learn in either the most unromantic of American cars – A Chevvy Brookwood, or a VW 1600. So uncool!

    • That’s a tragic story. The VW one is kind of cute, but yeah probably not considered cool. Why was your dad so abusive? Didn’t he care about your cool status?

      • it gets worse! For three years I salved through Baltimore summers washing and detailing cars in that lot, expecting to be able to take my pick of classic American muscle when it came the time for me to get my first actual car….. a Mustang, a Chevelle, a Gran Sport 455 – but no, no! What did I get? A Volvo 144!!!

        Turns out it was an excellent and I have had a soft spot for Volvos ever since, but still, c’mon…. where do you think that left my cool status?? πŸ™‚

      • Yeah that is pretty lame. Poor you, Seb! Hopefully life has rewarded you for your human struggles along the way. Your dad sounds like a total slave driver!

  4. Marya says:

    We must all have a moment of silence over the fact that I, “Marya Valley Girl Matlock,” took Driver’s Ed through, “Teen Auto,” in Tarzana, CA. I sat right next to “Half Pint,” (Melissa Gilbert/Laura Ingalls/Former President of SAG). What a thrill. She had an occlusal guard, (for her buck teeth) and a body guard (for her crazed fans, which there were none, because quite frankly, she was a brat and was looking for a best friend, which was me and I wasn’t the least bit interested). Insert eye roll.

  5. I guess I should have maybe taken a driver’s ed class. I failed the driver’s exam the first time. It was so bad, she told me that she should have stopped it before we ever even got out of the parking lot. In my defense, I had scoped out the driving route for several weeks and when it came time to take the test they moved the starting location. Who starts a driver’s test in a City Park? They’re lucky I didn’t run over any kids. Not cause I was a bad driver, but because most of them are super annoying.

    • For some reason the idea of failing my driver’s test was so embarrassing. But in reality, everyone I knew had probably failed it at least once. I wouldn’t blame you for running over kids. I like that you memorized the route that you were supposed to drive. I can’t believe they switched it up! Maybe someone ratted you out.

    • There’s someone from my graduating class who still doesn’t have her license. I think she likes being driven around too, and I don’t blame her. Or you. It’s nice to be chauffeured around. Lead feet are the best!

      • Even though I draw maps for a living, I have a terrible sense of direction. I end up going on autopilot and driving home or to EB’s school every time I get out on the road. I let Hubs take care of little things like knowing the layout of the city I’ve lived in for the past 12 years.

  6. Hahaha, that last sentence :). I’m learning how to drive, but unfortunately, since I’ve become more scared than I used to be, I find it rather freaky. I mean, responsability is not my kind of thing, and suddenly I have to keep so many people alive by paying attention all the time…
    But things go quite well, and I totally get your point. I’m really tired of begging to drive me to somewhere. That’s definitely the best side of having a driver’s license. No more biking through rain! Huzzah!
    But first, I have to pass the damn exam…

    • Ohh cool! It will be great when you get your license! Biking through the rain sounds like the worst! Good for you though. Passing the exam is the first battle. I felt like I really learned how to drive when I was on my own.
      You’ll learn! πŸ˜€

  7. I was driving ‘shine when I was 12. I didn’t have to be told to drive fast. When the flashing light was behind me, I hit the gas. Growing up in the deep south, we didn’t need no stinkin’ license. If we were stopped, a license was the least of our problems. Hellfire Harper

    • Sounds gross. But that’s cute that drove around when you were 12. Sounds like a really tough life. Did you have to walk 15 miles to school in your bare feet in the snow too?

      • I didn’t go to no real school. School was for the rich, sissified kids. I went to the school of hard knocks. I was makin’ moonshine during the day and runnin’ it at night. The law swore they get me, but the devil got me first. Anyway, glad to hear you’re a safe driver. HF

      • Ah, yes, you who are in the bloom of life can make a comment like that. I, however, on my last legs and seeing the ghostly hand of death just around the corner cannot be so light-hearted. My one consolation is, I will die with thin cheeks! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

    • Eh. You win some, you lose some. There’s still ultimately more credit in passing on the first try. I’m sure you only got into the accidents so your family wouldn’t feel terrible about their driving failures. πŸ˜‰

  8. If wish there was a driving school over here rather than having to pay over-expensive driving instructors. When I passed my test I loved driving; now I hate it. Unless I’m going really fast and I’m passing all the other cars by no doubting making them think either, “Wow he’s awesome.” or “Wow, he’s a prick”. I think it was the sexy eyes I was making towards the overweight driving examiner that got me the pass in the end. Never fails. πŸ˜€

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