Me: I'm going to get my learners license on Saturday, at the ripe old age of 35. I've never gotten a drivers license before, never really wanted a car or actually needed one, but it's something my wife wants me to do.
Surely there aren't those who started later than I did.
My question to my fellow W's: How old were you when you learned to drive?
My mom always told me she'd teach me how to drive as soon as my feet could reach the pedals and I could see over the steering wheel at the same time. That time came for me at around age 12 or so and she kept her word! She used to take me to empty parking lots at night and teach me how to pull in and out of parking spaces.
I was 13 when I drove on a busy street for the first time by myself (just around the block, behind my mom's back).
I got my learner's permit at 16 I think but my dad made me wait until 18 to get my license. I was mad about it at the time, but looking back he was right to make me wait.
Owning a manual transmission car will keep it from getting stolen.
I was 14 when I drove a car for more than 20 feet* got my permit at 15 and my license at 17 because I failed my driving test three times.
*My brother and I "borrowed" my grandparent's fiat wen we were 4 & 5 and drove it into the ditch at the end of my parent's driveway
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"Don't stop after beating the swords into ploughshares, don't stop! Go on beating and make musical instruments out of them. Whoever wants to make war again will have to turn them into ploughshares first" - Yehuda Amichai
I was licensed at 16. My dad was a mechanic and very into cars, and I remember watching and studying him and my mother's driving patterns...including manual shifting of our early VW's...as early as 7 years old.
It was actually my grandfather who formally taught me to drive in my teens. I also took the high school driver's ed class, which was a total blow-off class. The driver's ed teacher used to fall asleep in the passenger seat and we'd just go wherever we wanted until he woke up. If you weren't in the car on a class day, you'd sit around the classroom and goof off.
One snowy day, one of my friends decided he wanted to spin donuts (or as we called them, "brodies") in the training car...in the jail's parking lot. The teacher, a quiet soft-spoken guy who wore bow ties, was like "Well, I don't think we should...no...we can't..." at which point Everett tossed left and pulled the parking brake, doing a near perfect 360.
At which point our teacher said in his natural soft deadpan "Okay, that was a brody."
I got my permit on my 16th birthday and immediately signed up to take my driving test at the next earliest date, which happened to be about a month away. So I got my license when I was about 16.08 years old.
The first time I drove a car on a road was after I had my permit, but I had been driving tractors, ATVs, golf carts, and old pickup trucks around the premises of my parents' business (an RV campground) for a long time. The only real difference with being on the road was being able to go faster. Though, my first time on a legit highway was a bit of a clusterfuck indeed.
I had my learners permit from the time I was 20; but I never did anything about it until at age 28, I decided I wanted a car. I got my G2 at 28, bought a car the following day, and got my G license just last year shortly after I turned 30. I'm a late bloomer.
Farm boy. I started driving to the co-op in the pickup when I was 14, 4 miles away to pick up feed. I think I was driving quite a bit before that. I started driving tractors on the road when I was 10 or 11.
But that doesn't mean I was good. Once when I was going to the co-op, I saw a deer ahead and it strolled across the road in front of me. While I watched it, the pickup went in the ditch. Dad came with the tractor and pulled me out.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy - Swift
One of the first times I drove the tractor unsupervised (around 12 years old) I backed a trailer up to a steep ledge to dump some stuff off and thought I'd be clever and let the trailer tilt itself down the ledge so the load would just slide right off. Obviously, the weight and momentum were too much and the tractor got pulled down with it. I jumped off in time, but a few trees got taken down and the trailer was wrecked. Nothing happened to that tractor though. Truly built to last.
I got my learner's licence just before I turned 16 (basically, as soon as I started driver's ed in high school) and my driver's licence just before I turned 18 (or, as it felt at the time, a million years after everyone else my age).
I was 16 when I got my license. My oldest son is 17 (turns 18 in August) just got his learner's permit last week. It just seems like kids are not in as hurry to drive anymore. I am involved in Boy Scouts and a majority of the older boys put off driving until at least 17.
I was 17 when I got my permit and drivers license.
I would have gone for years longer if my dad didn't make me go get my license. All my friends drove, so I always had a ride somewhere. Also I would ride my bike to work or to other places near where I lived, so I never was interested in getting my license.
The day I got my drivers license was the day my mother never drove a car again. My mom never liked to drive, just like a lot of people who absolutely hate to fly but they have to.
From that day on I became my mothers chauffeur and errand boy.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." - Winston Churchill
I've travelled across Canada three times over the past ten years...and I've lived in about ten cities over the past ten years. Couple that with having vacationed in another five or so places...yeah, I'd say I've travelled. My preferred way of travel: