No Worries

no worriesIt was June 1981. I was more excited than nervous. The next day, I was going to the Department of Motor Vehicles for the road test for my driver’s permit. It was dark out when dad and I drove out of town to the DMV to practice the skills I would be demonstrating the next day. I pulled out of the parking lot at the same time that people were entering the local racetrack for an event. Traffic was heavy for our small rural town. I took a left onto the highway and was unaware of the cars around me. I turned into the far lane, instead of the closest lane. Within one minute of my practice, I had shown my dad that I was NOT ready to drive the family care independently and safely. Continue reading

Late Bloomer

late bloomer

1957 Oldsmobile

I was a late bloomer.  When I was in High School, everyone was chomping at the bit to learn to drive and to get their licenses. I’ve always been a late bloomer.  I knew Dad wouldn’t let me drive his car and I didn’t have another car to drive so I was in no hurry to learn. Continue reading