Driving with the Dead
Ever taught a teenager to drive? What fun!
“Holy Christ, never mind the freaking squirrel, watch for the tombstones! And the trees! Sweet Jesus, there’s a turn coming up! Don’t fiddle with the freaking radio!”
Why tombstones? Because I’m teaching my kid to drive in a graveyard. I figure that way, she won’t kill anyone. Except possibly me.
It’s a semi-rural, deserted kind of graveyard, and on the rare occasion that living people show up, we stop and wait for them to leave, or else I take the wheel.
She knows the driving basics already from driving golf carts, scooters, etc., but I’m determined to teach her real driving on a stick shift, so my poor old Beetle’s clutch is getting a workout.
Please feel free to leave teen driving tips or discuss whatever.
[X-posted at Balloon Juice]
Posted by Betty Cracker on 06/08/13 at 12:22 PM • Permalink
My husband and I had a stick in our first car, a Mazda GLC. It truly was a Great Little Car, but I remember the learning period and it was tricky. We don’t live in the mountains, but there were hills that I stalled on repeatedly until I mastered the clutch/gas balance. ;-)
Our first two vehicles were standard, but our cars were all automatic after that. Recently I had to borrow a rental car and was mildly concerned because I was afraid I would have forgotten how to use a stick shift, but it came back very easily. The bad thing was that it started to make my ankle hurt. Out of practice, I guess.
As for teaching kids to drive, we have a No Radio rule. The first thing my son does when he gets into the car is to turn music on, but when he’s learning, there is no other sound than my squeals, screams, and the thumping of my foot on the imaginary brake on the passenger’s side.
Comment by donnah on 06/09/13 at 05:36 AM