Your funny stories from when you were learning to drive

Not so funny really. My dad took me out driving for extra practice over the driver's ed program I was taking. He was a nervous wreck about me driving down a street where cars were parked on either side. He made me so upset I just stopped the car in the middle of the street, put it in park, got out and walked home. My mother decided to get me some private driving lessons so I wouldn't have to drive with him anymore.

I took driver's ed when I was 14 in junior high which had the classes. One car we had was standard(manual) shift. We would go out with 3 of us to learn and the instructor. The first time we went out in the standard shift car I was the last to drive and the others had been jerking and jumping and killing the engine all the time. I was determined to do better. So when I started up the first time it was as smooth as could be without a single jump or jerk. The instructor looked at me and said that was very good except that you were in third gear. I had been so determined that I had done better in third than the others had done in first.

The worst thing to happen to me while driving was when my automatic car started in drive. It went through a fence, and into a building, knocking out the meter box. I was very lucky (in hindsight) not to have been killed (again) by the power running through it, as it had a major electrical switchboard in it for about 20 different shops.

My step-father tried teaching me how to drive, and I ended up learning what not to do when driving rather than really learning how to drive from him. My mother taught how to drive more my step-father.

The first car my middle brother bought he said he would teach me to drive and I could hardly wait. But he would not let me in the driver's seat till I turned 16 and got my learners permit. When the car was about a year old, he went overseas and left the car at home till he came back. So one day I was at home by myself and at 15 I KNEW how to drive a car because I had been watching others do it for years. Yes, I did drive it - right into the front of the carport. My mother hit the roof in more ways than one when she saw it and said I had to pay for the repairs. That meant to her that I worked after school every day and every weekend at the same place where she worked, picking and packing vegetables. She made me stay there till I had earned enough money to pay for all the repairs and then get some more money in case I had another accident. Tough as nails she was about it too, but I did that before my brother came home again. He never said a word about it at all, except that we all have accidents sometimes. But he did make me wait to drive his car till after I had my drivers licence. After that I was much more careful with his car but he soon got used to the accidents as every time he went away one of us would have an accident in his car. Think he was pleased when he met his wife, as she did not have accidents in his car like my brother and I did.

My funniest was after I had been driving for awhile and my then boyfriend, now ex-hubby offered to teach me to drive his standard transmission car... He pulled into a church parking lot just outside of town (where we live churches are about the only places that actually HAVE parking lots). He gave me the instructions and explained everything I needed to do...push in the clutch, turn the key, give it a little gas to get it started, make sure it's in first gear, ease off the clutch while gently pressing the gas....I thought how hard can this be...three stalls later I was finally ready to attempt pulling out onto the road. I so badly wanted to not stall it again that I gave it a little too much gas on the way out. I will someday admit to my children that yes, their mother did a burnout from a church parking lot!

I still have to learn to drive a car but I learned two wheeler from my hubby. I knew cycling so balance was not a problem but he taught me for a week at night and then left for his posting that was in different state. He left me with instructions to drive as fast as I can and I foolishly believed him and after skidding once and hurting my knees badly never drove that fast ever again. He says that was the whole point of that instruction. Now he has started teaching me car too but my son was sitting right behind us at the back seat when he let me drive for the first time for a 200 meter stretch and my son pulled down the window and started shouting at ther top of his wise 'help me' 'help me' save me someone my mom is driving . That was 12 'o' clock at night and luckily streets were empty otherwise someone would have thought we were kidnapping him. He is just seven year old and every time I try and learn he will sit at the back and keep telling me how good a driver he can become and how badly I drive the car. As it is my hubby has given me only three lessons in past three months and lets see when will I end up learning this thing. feel I should join a driving school for this and forget about my dear hubby.lol

This was actually when I took my driving test. I had been in driver's training for several months. My driver instructor reminded me when I go out for my road test, make sure I turn my headlights on. It was daytime but it was better to make a good impression on the tester (no automatic headlights back then 20+ years ago). Anyway, I forgot to put the dang headlights on. When I came back I said to my instructor, "I know, I know. I forgot to turn on the headlights." He said, "Yeah, and you didn't stop at the stop sign exiting the parking lot." Good Lord, what a jerk! LOL! I passed the test though. :)

When I had my learners permit, I wanted so badly for my Dad to go riding with me. One day he did and he never said a word the entire time I was driving. When we got home, he looked at my mom and said " You know that large hole that the state road put rock in that you keep dragging the car on? You dont need to worry about it anymore...she just leveled it out for you." LOL It is funny now but my heart was broken back then. LOL

Hi Hope! My funny story while learning to drive is the way I was taught. My ex taught me how to drive when I turned 18, and he has a professional driver's license. We went to an abandoned school parking lot, its a big box type lot with a zig zag road going out to its gate. The first hour he taught me on how to move it forward. Then after that he taught me how to drive backwards. He has this two way radio, left one with me, while he would be outside, radioing me instructions, ALL of them instructing me to drive backwards from one point to another.... ALL BACKWARDS!!! Well at least the result of the radioing went out fine.... almost hit 2-3 posts, almost hit him, almost hit the wall!!! hahaha After 2 hours I think, he asked me to drive through and backwards as well to the zigzag road going out of the property gate. That went well too! And that was using his company's car! hahaha Well, after that driving class :D I have been driving for 14 years now, had 2 accidents, but I can really consider myself a good defensive driver, and my parents are comfortable with my driving. Would you believe, when I drive them, within 5-10 minutes, they are already asleep in the car? Well, a nice airconditioning unit has something to do with it as well. Cheers!

I was learning to drive 45 years ago on a standard transmission car. I would try and be smooth but my parents took movies of my making the car buck like a horse with a rider on it. Another time , I was working on a farm (I had my drivers licence ) and the pickup that I had to drive has a very loose steering wheel. You had to turn the wheel a complete time to start the pickup turning in the direction that you wanted it to go in. I must have looked like a drunk on the road the way it was weaving all over the road.

I'm quite accident prone to every wheeled vehicle that I have driven. When I was a kid, I tried learning to ride a bike by myself. I usually use my friend's bike. It was big on me so I can hardly step on the road. The first time I used it, I rode the bike for about 15 meters and then bumped myself to a rock. I can't remember what happened. It was fast. I just saw myself being picked up by my friend from the ground about 2 meters away from the bike -LOL-