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You're probably not yelling at him enough. Really tear into his ass for the small things and the rest will take care of itself.Kind of harrowing.
Nah! I taught both my kid s to drive on a church parking lot, Get them used to the gas pedal, brakes and how to judge the turning of the car around light poles and how to drive between the parking lot lines. Take them on the street after they feel comfortable in the parking lot.Kind of harrowing.
At my kids school, "drivers ed" was only like 6 actual driving classes behind the wheel and then they had to do like 60 hours with parents. Totally transferred the "teaching" responsibility to parents and I had to go ride with him and his instructor on his last day. He'd been bragging what a good driver he was compared to the other kid... and when I rode the instructor took him out on the inner belt here in Charlotte at like 6:30pm. He was going up a hill at a steady 40 while everyone else was doing 70+. I really wished I'd taken a gummy beforehand!Kind of harrowing.
Bob Knight School of Driving!You're probably not yelling at him enough. Really tear into his ass for the small things and the rest will take care of itself.
Yes! That’s the kind of thing I was getting at.I didn’t realize how close the mailboxes were to the road until driving the 15 miles from the DMV to our house when my daughter get her learner’s. Absolutely terrifying
Take a deep breath, you'll be fine.Kind of harrowing.
^^^This^^^. I taught both my sons to drive in a church parking lot. Only the vehicle was a stick-shift truck. Graduation was getting up a hill (with that pesky clutch) that had a stop sign on it.Nah! I taught both my kid s to drive on a church parking lot, Get them used to the gas pedal, brakes and how to judge the turning of the car around light poles and how to drive between the parking lot lines. Take them on the street after they feel comfortable in the parking lot.
As my daughter drove away in her car for the first time, I recalled how we wouldn't let her ride her bike because she didn't look both ways before leaving the driveway. We were turning her loose in a car. It worked out fine.
I taught my three kids how to drive and the only mishap we ever had was with my younger daughter. She was driving and a squirrel ran out in the street. She swerved to miss the damn squirrel and took out a mailbox. Did minimal damage to the car but had to replace the mailbox.I didn’t realize how close the mailboxes were to the road until driving the 15 miles from the DMV to our house when my daughter get her learner’s. Absolutely terrifying
Yeah . . . our son had his drivers permit and was driving to see his girlfriend with his mother in her car. He was passing his turn and mom said "don't you want to turn here" and he did . . . at whatever speed he was going at the time. Cost me a replacement axle and wheel. But he didn't hit a house . . . .I taught my three kids how to drive and the only mishap we ever had was with my younger daughter. She was driving and a squirrel ran out in the street. She swerved to miss the damn squirrel and took out a mailbox. Did minimal damage to the car but had to replace the mailbox.
She thought she still did the right thing, but I kept saying brake, don't swerve, brake, don't swerve...
I always pictured you as childless, bereft of all love and void of human feeling.Daughter is getting ready to start her journey.
Both my boys had to have xx hours behind the wheel with a parent before they could take driving school. I had them drive from our house north of Cincinnati to Bloomington for football games.Kind of harrowing.
It's great to hear that your daughter had a valuable learning experience while driving near Lake Monroe. The incident taught her two important lessons: A) Respect for your judgment: When you asked your daughter how far from the edge of the road she thought you were, and she realized her estimation was incorrect, it likely helped her understand that you have valuable insights and should be trusted when it comes to driving advice. B) Spatial awareness: The incident also taught your daughter the importance of understanding the dimensions of her vehicle. By getting out of the car and seeing that only half the tire was on the pavement despite her belief that she had a couple of feet of space, she learned that what she perceives as the corner of the car may not be its exact boundary. This lesson helped her develop better spatial awareness, enabling her to gauge distances and clearances more accurately. The lessons she learned from this experience seem to have had a positive impact on her driving skills. Her subsequent two years of accident-free driving, even with a substantial mileage as a courier, indicate that she internalized those lessons and applied them effectively in her daily driving activities.When my daugher was learning to drive, we were out by Lake Monroe and had the same issues i.e. mailboxes whizzing by a couple inches from me (it seemed). At one point I asked how far from the edge of the road did she think we were. She said a couple feet. I had her stop and get out to look. Only half the tire was on pavement.
It was a valuable lesson to her that:
A) I'm not a complete moron
B) what you think is the corner of your car may not exactly be the corner of your car. There's a lot more room between you and oncoming traffic than you think.
It must have worked because she spent 2 years as a courier for a title company putting 400 miles a month on her car in B-Town and never had an accident. instagram handle services here. visit this out
I reserve that just for opposing fans and a select few of you guys. Texting with little English “lernin’” makes me seem colder than I am. Now stfu funny man.I always pictured you as childless, bereft of all love and void of human feeling.
Started driving when I was 7. Oldest of the kids and lived on a farm. I would drive the truck with fertilizer and seed. Slide off the seat, engage the the clutch, put it in low, let off the clutch and get back on the seat so I could see where I was going until I needed to slide down again to hit the clutch and brake. Probably never got over 5mph, but I would drive in the field and follow the tractor and planter on the road when we moved to the next field. My dad would have been put jail in today's world. I enjoyed the hell out of it though.When my 3 kids were young, we owned about 8 acres and I kept an old Toyota Tacoma pickup around. I would have the kids help me do work around the land and their payoff was they got to drive the truck around while we worked. Probably started them driving it when my twins were 7 and the youngest 5. Not sure that it was safe, but they loved it and all turned out to be good drivers (for the most part!).
One thing I did learn as they got close to driving time was to stay calm. My wife was really struggling with them driving and was very high strung. When I would drive with them, I always (tried) to stay calm and mellow with them. They've all told me how much they appreciated that and it made things easier for them.
Funny story, the day my daughter was going to take her driving test she wanted to go and practice parallel parking that morning. We're driving around the side streets finding spots for her to practice. After the 3rd or 4th time, she was doing great and I started to look at my phone and chill. She starts to try another spot and I just happen to look up and realize she's practicing next to a new Rolls Royce! Needless to say, I made her stop and pull up next to the Honda up the road.
Started driving when I was 7. Oldest of the kids and lived on a farm. I would drive the truck with fertilizer and seed. Slide off the seat, engage the the clutch, put it in low, let off the clutch and get back on the seat so I could see where I was going until I needed to slide down again to hit the clutch and brake. Probably never got over 5mph, but I would drive in the field and follow the tractor and planter on the road when we moved to the next field. My dad would have been put jail in today's world. I enjoyed the hell out of it though.
My son learned a lot differently LOL
Same. We had a little John Deere 420 and the seat would go down low. Some days my Dad would get up early and bale hay onto the ground, if there wasn't a heavy dew. Then we'd have to take a tractor and wagon to pick it up. I was the youngest, so putting the 6-7 year old me on the tractor pulling a wagon in granny or 2nd gear and following close to the row of bales (maybe between two rows if possible) allowed my Dad and brothers to pick and stack them. The turns at the end of the field took some practice, along with not hitting any groundhog holes to mess up the stack.Started driving when I was 7.
Yup, except we had an International "B". Small, seat offset to the right, only 1 wheel in front. Easy to drive, great for a little kid. I might have been too little...first accident was running into a big, freakin' haystack. Very slow, hit it dead center. Tractor died, I didn't.Same. We had a little John Deere 420 and the seat would go down low. Some days my Dad would get up early and bale hay onto the ground, if there wasn't a heavy dew. Then we'd have to take a tractor and wagon to pick it up. I was the youngest, so putting the 6-7 year old me on the tractor pulling a wagon in granny or 2nd gear and following close to the row of bales (maybe between two rows if possible) allowed my Dad and brothers to pick and stack them. The turns at the end of the field took some practice, along with not hitting any groundhog holes to mess up the stack.
We also had a 50s Willys jeep that I drove on the farm. You know, the era with not just the dimmer switch but starter button on the floor, too, plus the 4WD engage.
Yeah, that was me at 5. Hay field or "picking rocks". Dad would put in low and jump off, leaving me to keep it pointed in the right direction. he'd jump back on and turn it for me.Same. We had a little John Deere 420 and the seat would go down low. Some days my Dad would get up early and bale hay onto the ground, if there wasn't a heavy dew. Then we'd have to take a tractor and wagon to pick it up. I was the youngest, so putting the 6-7 year old me on the tractor pulling a wagon in granny or 2nd gear and following close to the row of bales (maybe between two rows if possible) allowed my Dad and brothers to pick and stack them. The turns at the end of the field took some practice, along with not hitting any groundhog holes to mess up the stack.
We also had a 50s Willys jeep that I drove on the farm. You know, the era with not just the dimmer switch but starter button on the floor, too, plus the 4WD engage.
Man, when I rode with my son and his instructor, I decided DE instructors must have one of the highest incidences of substance abuse of any occupation. I don't remember it being so stressful for our DE instructors, but I'm sure it was (of course it was during the school day, so roads weren't nearly as congested and busy then). I'd have to get drunk/high to put up with what I encountered, and that was the "finals" drive, not one of the first ones!After reading all the poster’s responses it brought back a lot of memories, good and bad. I taught my three kids to drive but I was kinda fortunate I had my own brake. I taught Driver Ed for 27 years and always made sure I had them in my class. Every student had to do maneuvers in the school parking lot before they could ever get out on the road. One thing I will recommend is to teach your kid how to drive in reverse. Put them in a big lot and have them do figure 8s in reverse. If they can do that you will be amazed how quickly they pick up other aspects of driving. I had a lot of parents that dumped their kid off and said good luck. Others put in a lot of time with their kid. One of the best things that states did was require parents to put in X number of hours before their kid gets his/her license even though many lie about it.
So true! When I met my kids DE instructor I told my wife, that dude's either stoned to bejesus or the calmest man I've ever met. He was hilarious.Man, when I rode with my son and his instructor, I decided DE instructors must have one of the highest incidences of substance abuse of any occupation. I don't remember it being so stressful for our DE instructors, but I'm sure it was (of course it was during the school day, so roads weren't nearly as congested and busy then). I'd have to get drunk/high to put up with what I encountered, and that was the "finals" drive, not one of the first ones!