First of all, you need to know that driving was not a skill that came naturally to me. Ask my Dad why he was totally bald before the age of 37, and if he's honest, he'll tell you it was because he was the one who taught me how to drive. There honestly were times that I wondered if I EVER would get a real drivers license.
|My '54 Ford was green just like this one...|
but it was 16 years old, (just like me) when we met.
I'm not sure why my Dad finally brought that '54 Ford home for me to learn on. I was even more puzzled when he proceeded to wedge it between two trees in the backyard. after which he dropped the keys in my hand and told me that I could continue my driving lessons after I found a way to get it out.
Was it because he was convinced I would eventually wreck the family car?
Was it because he felt safer within it's tank-like exterior when I was driving?
Or did he just need a 2 or 3 week sabbatical for health reasons? (Ironically, that's how long it took me to get it out of there.)
I'll never know. But I do know that once I freed that old Ford from the trees I felt like a million bucks. There was something about that old rusty car that gave me confidence. I successfully secured my license from the state of Connecticut before my 17th birthday, and I really think I have that funny looking old car to thank. I'm not sure who was more relived to have the whole process over, me... or Dad. And I don't think it was any coincidence that Mom was the one who eventually taught all three of my younger siblings to drive. :)
So how about you? What was YOUR first car?