Seniors

But see, I didn't need him to teach me, I already knew everything there was to know about driving a car, and told him so. He just smiled and said get in. It was a 49 jeepster.
I had watched everyone closely as they drove and my stepdad was a race car driver; that had to mean something about my abilities, don'cha think? It took me three tries at slipping the clutch until I was able to take off and we drove to every stop sign we could find so I could practice more and then I declared that I was good to go. Dick just smiled.
He told me to turn right and then after about a mile to turn right again and then left, then he shut up. I had to drive up a very steep hill with a stop sign at the top. I tried to take off from the stop sign but was rolling back down the hill and had to put on the brake which killed the motor. I mean I only had two feet but needed three, how do you do this? Dick was quiet. I tried again. But a car was coming up behind me; and I was sweating. Took my foot off the brake and floored the gas and popped the clutch, , and the motor died. Slammed on the brake just as I was about to back into the other car. Dick was quiet. The other car backed up some and I tried again, but now Dick was yelling at me, crazy stuff, turn on the radio, turn off the heater, where is the windshield wiper switch, get going we can't sit here all day, hurry up dummy, did you check to see if there were cars coming? Now he was screaming at me, go, come on go, get us out of here, go go go. And I did.