A friend drove quite a while before drivers training.
I may have . a little too.
He had an old Chevy Bellaire . His mom drove it a long time , then an older sister , then an older brother , then an older sister. Did I mention it was old? It had the original glass bottle for the windshield solvent.
We bondo'd it up. Fogged insects at start ups. Fun.
He had a paper route that used old cars too. They'd let us borrow one sometimes for football games. Or just a night out.
Stopping at few mile intervals to tighten a remaining lug nut or two was not unusual. Brakes were , brakes in the academic sense. Fun.
Anyways , my friend dropped the tranny (it puked out) out of that old Chevy just days before he got his license....I thought it was funny.
Knowing he was beating on it.
When we took our motor cycle endorsement tests and test drives on the course , how did we get the bikes to the secretary of states office?
L.o.l.. Never heard of anyone else asked how they got thier bikes there either..
First truck I owned was a 56 Mercury pickup, and still having the learning licence I was out to have some fun.
Now the rules of the household was not to go into town, but was allowed to go to into the small hamlet. (Both very small).
Well brave silly me went to town bought a case of beer-and proceeded to be like everyone else that drove around. Cig. hanging out of the lips, stubby between the legs, stereo playing.
I was driving around a little too much an got wise to my inability to go straight, so straight home-through the yard down to the lower lane, and then do a burn out going from gravel to pavement. repeat....I was leaving longer strips going up the way on each pass.
Ok rev it up pop the clutch on the gravel to get a better run at the corner-ok out of control-hit the pavement sideways, and rolled it twice over the steep embankment ending up on the roof.
Now came the reality that I'd better get rid of a whole lot of broken browns, and get my ass up to the house.
I was woken up in the dawns early light to go explain to the nice old officer how I ended up in the cherry orchard.
"Well sir-the gas petal got stuck and it went out of control-and-and......" slowly digging myself deeper....
Cop "You were drinking"
Me "No Sir, just went out after playing Scramble with Mom, to charge the battery up-you see theres's this short"
Cop "Oh shut up before I pull you in for a breathalyzer and you'll still fail it!"
Me "Yes Sir"
Had my first 10 points and didn't have the licence yet-not that it stopped this thick head believing it was my right to do what ever I wished behind the wheel.
