Tonight, for the first time, I was in a motor vehicle...with my youngest son at the wheel. I need a drink!! The boy actually did rather well but it really frazzled my nerves. My nerves are now being steadied by Tandoori Chicken with Basmati Rice, and a glass or four of Chardonnay. Ok, I'm sure all of us have either been the driver in one of these horrifying episodes, or played the role of the defenceless passenger. Care to share your story?
Some people are just better off not being behind the wheel. Driving a vehicle on the road is a privilege, not a right. Just how some people managed to get a licence is beyond me. They keep messing around with the bike test, maybe they should look at the car test instead!
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In September I took my now wife to be on a number of driving lessons in my 03 Vectra. She was pretty good, but one night got into a stall routine at a big roundabout in South Shields and bless her no matter how hard she tried everytime she went to take off she stalled it, until the car was sitting across the roundabout and no one could pass. She also abandoned the car (Maybe its a Tyneside thing?)
A month later I saw another Rover 620ti for sale in London (same as my beloved old car) and swaped the Vectra for it, I now had the excuse that i couldn't afford to insure her on the ti (group 18)
She will make a great driver one day, but probably best for us both and our future marriage if she learns with a proper instructor
I thought about it and put the shoe on the other foot.......I got my license in Georgia when I was 16 (no pulpwood truck jokes please)
but I never actually drove with my father as a passenger until a6 years later - when we had to pick him up in San Antonio and drive back
to Atlanta........he never said a word....
Well as my father is a (flight) instructor he wouldn't let anyone else teach me.
However he seemed to be much more relaxed in the MD-80-Simulator than in Mum's Daihatsu - I still wonder why...
I gave up teaching my first wife after one go...I sent her off for proper driving lessons and she passed her test at first attempt.
About a month later we set off in about the first Mini in Africa from Nairobi, Kenya to Durban, Natal and back. The two of us drove in two hour shifts with nightstops as necessary. We covered over 3000 miles each way and it took 7 days to get there...We stayed for the next 7 days and it took the final 7days of my three weeks leave to get back.
I was amazed at how good a driver she had become after so short a period of instruction and I now know that no man should try to teach his wife to drive...leave it to the professionals
petermcleland wrote:I gave up teaching my first wife after one go...I sent her off for proper driving lessons and she passed her test at first attempt.
My son is currently enrolled in a driving school (and it's a nice reputable school) but his only driving experience at this school has been in parking lots. Now that he has a 'learners permit' I thought I'd get him out onto the real streets. Having witnessed his lightning-fast reflexes "driving" on Nintendo games I assumed the same would carry over to real driving.
The boy actually did rather well but it really frazzled my nerves. 
My nerves are now being steadied by Tandoori Chicken with Basmati Rice, and a glass or four of Chardonnay. 
Ok, I'm sure all of us have either been the driver in one of these horrifying episodes, or played the role of the defenceless passenger. 
Now that he has a 'learners permit' I thought I'd get him out onto the real streets. Having witnessed his lightning-fast reflexes "driving" on Nintendo games I assumed the same would carry over to real driving. 
