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Doesn't that happen to every woman driver?
Wow that's a sad story Tex.
If there is a bright side, this will likely make your son a more cautious driver in the future. For a young male, that is mighty important. They think they are indestructible at that age.
Man.....do they ever.
My dad was born December 31, 1919. His earliest memory is his Dad coming home with a 22 Chevy. He said the horn on that car was older than the aooogah horns. He transferred that horn onto every vehicle he owned and I now have it on mine. Good stories with That horn but anyway....
When my dad was old enough to drive his dad had him start on a dirt road shortly before the road sharply curved. His dad explained about letting out the clutch while increasing the gas and in the ditch they went.
My dad says he thinks that his dad sorta expected what happened to happen and I am not sure why he sort of set my dad up.
Fast forward to when to when I am 15 and Dad takes me to the community college whose considerable parking lot is empty. Drive all around and park and I seemed to please both of us. Glad to be accomplished and done but we were not. He had me next drive in traffic to the hariest left turn around. I am dripping sweat and it is not even hot.
Turned out fine but it made me wonder about our species passing along abuse from generation to generation.
technically my first day of driving I was 12. My dad used to let me move his truck when I wanted to play basketball. He was out of town and my mom was taking a nap. My friend and I got a itch. We took the truck down the road... down the road then turned going into town... going to town led to the other side of town. My father called to check on the family. My mom came outside to hand me the phone just as we were coming over the hill. The beating my friend and I got that afternoon would be considered illegal today.
Left the dmv with my fresh license and drove my dad to his work. Dropped him off and was meeting a friend there. Wanted to show off in front of my friend and ran my truck into the back of my dads truck. I didn’t get to drive until I turned 17.
That's tough
The day I got my driver's license my folks let me drive my twelve year old sister around the neighborhood for my first un-chaperoned outing. While fiddling with the radio tuner I hopped up a curb and took out a mailbox (which belonged to the parents of the hottest 17 year old the world has ever seen). My sister was flipping out so I had to calm her down before we went home and made her vow to never speak of the incident.
Two days later I heard her crying to my dad about how reckless I was and my old man took me to the victimized house to pay restitution. We pulled up to find them poetically digging out the stump of the old box. With Pops looking over my shoulder I explained to the homeowner that I was a reprobate and offered him a $20 to replace the mangled box that his wife was dropping in the trash bin. As his daughter was pulling into the driveway he chuckled, "That's okay, I was sixteen once, too. I really appreciate you for owning up to it. That box was rusting and we were going to replace it anyway, so, please, just keep your money."
I slowly turned my head to see my dad's expression, turned back to the man and said, "No, I think it'd be better if you just take it," and pushed the twenty in his hand.
His daughter snickered every single time she saw me. Probably cause she thought I was cute.
My sister had just gotten her learners permit on her 15th Bday, pulling out of the DMV in Tennessee and excited to finally be able to drive, she was at a stop sign waiting to turn left. Right in front of us a drunk driver hit a semi and it was fatal. she got out of the car and asked someone else to drive
(edit) I was 12 at the time and didn't really understand what I saw. Its much more horrifying in hindsight.
Story in the local paper. Two blondes Got in a wreck with each other. Then in the parking lot of the courthouse they hit each other again. Story and picture portrayed them laughing at themselves and congenial.
Looks like I'm not the only one take the family ride out for a spin well in advance of 15/16 years of age!
At the age of 14 I was Bantail Pigeon hunting with my Dad in the mountains above Big Sur California. Long story short a fellow hunter invited us to a party at the base of the mountain. Wow, what a spread including two flatbed trucks cooking whole steers. They had multiple bars and my Dad took advantage of all they had to offer. He got plastered and handed me the keys and said "Drive us home". Well that's a 5 hour drive! I drove about a 150 miles or so and we pulled into a motel to crash.
That’s a memory for sure. At least your ending didn’t end up getting yanked and hit with a wide variety of things such as a phone and a broken piece of a 1x4. Tough motherly/neighbor love that day hahaha. Never saw my friend Mason run so fast
My Dad kind of sobered up when I hit the gas and passed an 18 wheeler doing 90 MPH on a two lane road.
Hahaha
Hate to vote your post up @texdawg but did it out of solidarity.
I don't think any of us have a story that compares. I can only share a pre-16 story. My Dad and I were camping in the North Georgia mountains. It didn't go so well. Long story short, I went back at 15 to get the car. Now I had been driving tractors with 24 gears since I was 14, but I ran that automatic car into a ditch in my hurry up there in the mountains.
We were screwed.
Lo and behold, a recent tractor trailer pulling champion in Georgia came along, hooked up a line and pulled our car out. I picked up my Dad, told him the whole story, and we drove home.
It reminds me of a Forrest Gump quote. "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you 're going to get inside."