The car jerked forward and then lurched backward, again and again. My mom’s knuckles were white, with one hand clutching the door and the other bracing herself against the dashboard. She fought to keep a smile on her face as she sputtered out instructions and encouragements.
“More g-g-gas,” she said. “Oh, that was…good. Let’s try again, but a little slower with the clutch this time.”
I didn’t learn to drive a car in a classroom.
The way I learned to drive a car was not by merely reading the owners manual. It was not by sitting through drivers instruction course. All those things were helpful, but the way I learned to drive a car was by getting behind the wheel. The Department of Motor Vehicles knows this to be true. That is why they require a certain number of driving hours before a new driver can get their license.
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