Today we gathered up all our memories to discuss how we all learned to drive. Mine was in a VW with my dad. When I pushed in the clutch for the 4th time to shift gears it just fell off and the metal broke and onto the floor. He said, ” well that is weird, you have a strong foot” and I said, ” well, how do I stop this thing now that we are going down nose bleed hill?”, he said, “just give us a wild ride .” And so I did lurching all the way home. Well we landed back home in one piece. I did have reservations about getting into the VW again. Other things I heard from my friends were, ”women didn’t drive much in our day, or my uncle taught me, my boyfriend taught me, my husband taught me, my brother taught me.” Their first drives were a lot let stressful than mine 8).
later
Sunny
