When I first learned to drive, my dad had a 1974 GMC Sierra pickup truck (ours was blue.) It wasn't a whole lot bigger than most of the cars on the road, but probably huge compared to vehicles now. The road home from town (Cockshutt Road) was flat and straight with wide shoulders and no ditches. I remember finding myself behind the wheel of that truck, going close to 80, with my mom sitting beside me on the front seat. She never said a word, but her look? I got back down to 50 pretty darn quick, and paid much closer attention.
I wish I could say I have had that kind of volume control when Tori's driving. I'm being a little... wordy.
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hehe.....I have the imaginary brake on my side of the car.....I have lived through my 3 so far, I would say it was a breeze, but that would be a lie. The best way was to keep Ashley on her permit until she was 18, then she was free to get her license. She got all the practice I needed. Ben was off and zooming with Dr.'s Ed. and Steph tried that way, but still doesn't like to drive so she gets no practice. I feel safer with Ashley!!!
Teaching my kids to drive was the most absolutely scary thing I have ever done. Finally by the third time, my husband had to take over.
Good luck. You're going to need it.
I learned to drive in a Dodge Ram Van. It was big. And had a big engine. I felt very safe in it.
And I never want to teach my kids to drive. My dad was so calm. He said things like, "Next time, you might want to use your turn signal." or "You got a little too close to that semi, sweetheart." I cannot see myself being that calm.
Good luck with the driving lessons.
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