Friday, July 24, 2009

Friday Free For All- Here in my car

• I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 18. Not because I didn’t want it, but because I wasn’t allowed to. My parents used the excuse that it was because the car my dad was driving at the time was in my Gram’s name.
• To this day, I believe it was because my mother doesn’t drive, and even if she never said it, did not want me to drive either.
• I got my permit when I was 17 and my mother-in-law taught me how to drive.
• Somehow though, I took my road test in my father’s car. I passed, even though I backed in to a snow bank.
• I went for a drive to visit Hub at his job just after I passed my road test. When I got home, I undershot the turn in to my parent’s driveway, and ended up wedging my dad’s car on top of a huge landscaping rock on the front lawn. Yeah.
• I have a lot of misdirected resentment because my middle brother was given a car when he got his license.
• Up until this past December, I had never owned a used car. Coincidentally, the truck I drive now is probably my favorite vehicle EVER.
• I have only leased/owned Ford vehicles: 3 Ford Rangers, a Ford Escape, a Ford Freestar minivan (Hub’s car) and an F150 (my car)
• I was a horrible driver and did not care about it until I got pregnant the 1st time.
• In those 6 or so years of driving, I was in a lot of accidents, nearly totaling 2 of my trucks. My last Ranger spent so much time in the shop that we were able to drive it to New Hampshire and back on our honeymoon without even putting it close to going over on mileage.
• When Hub and I go places together, he usually drives.
• Not because I hate driving (which I do) but because he gets car sick really easily.
• I love rocking out while I’m driving.
• My kids do not love it as much.
• I always text while I am driving.
• I talk on the phone without a headset too; I like to live on the edge.
• True Story: once I was driving and talking on the phone to Hub. I drove right past a cop, and saw that he saw me. I started to put the phone down, but didn’t want to worry Hub so I told him why I was hanging up, and then put the phone down. The officer asked me why I had continued to talk, even after I saw him. I told him that I knew he’d seen me, so I figured I would finish what I had to say. He let me go with a warning because he appreciated my honesty.


Nowheymama said...

I didn't get my license till I was 17 because I was a big chicken about taking the test. Even after I had my license, I was nervous to drive for awhile.

Mommy Daisy said...

OK, this seriously made me LOL. Thanks for that. And remind me never to ride with you in the driver's seat. Ha ha...just kidding.

Jess said...

Sounds like a nice cop! How refreshing.

Swistle said...

If you and I ever go out somewhere together? I AM DRIVING. Your job can be to hand me the candies one at a time.

misguided mommy said...

See seriously, I think cops prefer honesty to playing dumb. I got pulled over driving to Vegas TWICE and both times I admitted i knew what I was doing because DUH OBVIOUSLY I WAS DRIVING I KNEW I WAS SPEEDING. They both let me off. My friend told me it was stupid of me to admit I knew I was speeding, didn't seem so stupid when I was driving away ticketless huh!

misguided mommy said...

PS I got my license the day I turned 16. It was sooooo exciting. My first truck was a 78 Ford Ranger kinda like this

but mine was a dark brown and way lifted with roll bars and kc lights and step bars and here in Reno I was the bees knees!