tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-548190693232003151.post7489442332247456057..comments2023-10-17T04:21:32.532-05:00Comments on Becoming Versed: Why I am the parent to drive with-or notthe mrs.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203301805590370660noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-548190693232003151.post-72013216428152284272010-10-20T11:52:59.056-05:002010-10-20T11:52:59.056-05:00So funny! Both of my parents tried to teach me to...So funny! Both of my parents tried to teach me to drive on rural country roads. I started with my Dad. He carefully explained that I should drive more in the center of the old country roads, because the pot holes were terrible. Of course, when Mom got in the car, she nearly came out of her skin. She explained that I should NEVER drive in the center of the road, and wondered where I had come up with such a ludicrous plan. Fortunately, I had a wonderful driver's ed course like yours to balance out my parents "advice". Coach Stacy taught me to drive, and my parents will always love him for that.<br /><br />P.S. Guess who taught me to drive a stick-shift? Not either parent - my 16 year old best friend! She was the only one with enough patience. (haha)Barbara Stonerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04920658068982065093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-548190693232003151.post-54488916202112104412010-10-19T09:38:41.983-05:002010-10-19T09:38:41.983-05:00LOL!! Poor Ms. S!LOL!! Poor Ms. S!Alyson Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01732889571224750707noreply@blogger.com