when did you learn to drive and where? what kind of vehicle?

'67 Chevy pick up, 283, three on the tree. In 1973 or 4, I was 7 or 8, Allis Chamlers W D Tractor.

Drove an old Wheel Horse garden tractor/ lawn mower when i was 5

But I was a big kid.
 
We had a 1934 Chevvy 1/2 ton flatbed. Dirt roads ran from the road to the warerway. Truck had Wesrern Auto jumbo rear tires & I would haul broken oyster shells & line the ruts. Made 35 cents a load. Good money in the mid 1940's. Easier than shucking oysters & washing dishes at a nearby oyster roast. Worked for tips. lousy .

Uncle Alan:D
 
I learned to drive similar to thats-a-dats-ago. It was an early 70's ford f150 with a flatbed trailer hitched on the back. My grandfather locked it in low 4 wheel drive and sliped it into low gear. His total sum of instructions were "keep it on the terrace and step on the brake if I can't keep up". Gotta love it. After about 8 hours of that and it was onto a small tractor and or the mower for the rest of the summer and I have never looked back.

PS when I was 16 my father was given the old green pickup and when he asked me if I thought I could drive it I said "I think so". He and mom didn't know what Gramp and I did during my summer vacations. :D

Huauqui
 
If I recall I was 12 or 13. I learned by driving a tractor in a soybean field in Indiana. When I was 16 I purchased my first car, a 1934 Ford Model B V8 coupe. Someone in the early 60's had put a 283 4 barrel carb Chevrolet motor in it via a Hurst adapter unit connected to the stock tranmission. About a year late second gear exited from the oil drain due to a missed shift. I was in the process of installing a Lakewood bellhousing, Schafer (sp?) clutch, Borg and Warner T-10 transmission, shortened driveshaft, and a Chevy 4.56 rearend, when the car was stolen and never recovered. With an all steel original body and frame, I can't even imagine what the car would be worth now.
I'll never forget the time I was drag racing a Ford Falcon out in the country when we saw the police coming from about a mile away. I turned the car around to head in the opposite direction and just when I was crosswise on the narrow road I ran out of gas. The local fuzz was convinced I was attempting to block their progress. At 58 years old now it still seems like it was just a few years ago.
 
The first vehicle I learned to drive in was an old Datsun pickup, at the top of my fathers property, without brakes. The lesson lasted all of 5 minutes. I think I was about ten or eleven. Looking back on it, I was scared to death, but I should have had a blast. Next, I learned to drive when I was about 15, on old hunks of junk (the Datsun had long since been rusting into a hulk of metal in a field, housing a family of groundhogs). I learned on a Volvo 240, driving all over my fathers fields. Later, that same Volvo on the road. Learning to drive stick was a trial by fire. Just went ahead and did it.
 
My Mom had a '60 VW Beetle. I drove it up and down the the driveway over & over & over a Lot during the Summer I was 15. I had just enough driveway

into shift into 1, 2, 3, and slam on the brakes before I almost hit the garage door. I think it drove my Mom nuts. My Dad took me out a few times in his '59

Ford wagon 3 on the tree. Took driver training at 16 and got my license the day I finished DT. I took Mom's VW out the day after I got my license and put

80 miles on the car with a friend. Learned to shift wo the clutch very soon after I got my license. Taught myself to drive a stick at 15.
 
A guy here at work who is now in his 60's was handed the old family beater when he turned 16. Within two and a half hours he was upside down in a ditch and had totaled the car.
 
First time was in 1988 in my family's '82 ford station wagon in the Ozark mountains of Northwest Arkansas, Eureka Springs, to be exact. Dad just hopped in beside me and handed me the keys. He never said a word, even though I probably scared him half to death. Very shortly after this I had to drive my brother's '78 IH Scout II home from work, as he had gotten some metal in his eye in metal shop at school that day, and couldn't see. My first time driving in the dark. My hands were sweating, and I was sore all over the next day, from being so tense and stressed out that I'd kill us both. That thing had so much play in the steering wheel!
 
Dad's '83 m/t Landcruiser on a HWY that was being built in NC. Would go there on the weekends and drive for miles on the dirt roads from 12-16 (~1995, HWY still not done, btw).
 
My father taught me how to drive in a 75 Chev half ton. He would drive out to a logging road then sit on the passenger side and go to sleep for about an hour at a time.

After doing this about three times a week for a month we did the same thing on the highway, and then in town.
 
Cordoba...rich Corinthian leather!
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Did you revel in the luxury of Corinthian leather?
 
that car was a beast! took forever to warm up in the winter though... and got like 12 miles per gallon :)
 
I think it's funny how the ad refers to it as a "small" Chrysler.
My first car was a huge boat too, it was this model but a pukey 70s yellow color:
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mine was crappy robins egg blue and faded to hell... but the back seat was quite comfy :) and you could fit like 8 people in the trunk
 
First solo drive was in a Model A my friends Dad had purchased in about 1966.
The real lessons were from my Dad in a 1965 Corvair Monza at the east end of Speedway Blvd. in Tucson. Several hours of driving and shifting. My sister also took the same course and really pissed off Pops when she attempted a 1st to 2nd gear shift with the windshield wiper lever. Broke it clean off. Funny for me, Dad....not so much!
 
I was born to drive. My buddy Rob let me drive an old Chrysler sedan when I was 14 or 15. Drove it a few blocks and placed it in park. I've been tooling around in golf carts since I was six I think. :cool:
 
Age 15, 1974 Caprice Classic. on the highway. My mom was terrified to drive in the snow. We were out one afternoon when it began snowing and my mother freaked out. Trying to calm her, I said I would get us home. And I did. Lucky for us there was almost no traffic.
I was terrified, but made it home in one piece. She let me get my learners permit a few days after it happened.
 
1966 Olds 88. In section line roads around the cotton field that is now where my home is. In 1974.
 
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