:o :haha:

:salute:

I just got my licence at 18 and I can say that driving is not that much fun, I find it stressful. Stay in your lane, dont go fast, watch your blindspots, I trust you but not the other drivers, fill the tank so I can take it later, insurance is do this week, I blew a tire you need a new one (these are all things my parents have told me). Only time I drive is when i'm going to my three jobs to pay for a car. Freedom would be nice but I feel like I will never get it behind the wheel, or on the ground for that matter.

"due" :sunny:

-raises hand-
20, grew up driving International, Case, Farmall...etc, Cars jsut became faster tractors.
And then I made them faster tractors :D

My 95 Olds cutlass was practically a rumrunner. no backseats, scanner, CB, radar... polished ports, new and quiet exhaust, complete sleeper and boy I loved it. Kid I sold it to has no idea what he actually got.

The rolling hills of NW Illinois was an excelent place to learn how to race...and avoid deer.

I hate to sound like a bitter grumpy old man (which I am) but, Welcome to being an adult. It is down hill from now. :up:

:D

Yes, i'm quickly learning that growing old sucks, even at the ripe old age of 18. :shifty:

How does it feel to know that the best times of your life are probably behind you? :D

Nah, Life gets better the older you get. It just gets better in different ways. :yep:

Oh yeah. Hearing your kids call you "daddy" is one of the best things ever. Age doesn't really hit you until they start complaining about feeling old.

Or, as my dad said when I complained about my elder daughter turning 21, "Let me tell you a secret. People in their seventies really don't appreciate listening to children in their fifties whine about feeling old."

I still get a huge kick out of the way my son ends his emails to me when he's away at sea....totally different to the way he talks to you in person :sunny:

It's not so much that they ask for the keys you also have too give them a hundred bucks too fill the car up:woot:

LOL :DL

When I joined the navy rather than stay in college for a second year, my dad took the money he had already set aside and bought himself a slightly used '67 Corvette convertible. When I came home from Vietnam in the summer of 1970 I was getting ready to pick up my girlfriend at UCLA. Figuring my dad wouldn't let me touch his new toy, I said "Is it okay if I take the Buick?"

Dad replied "No way. that's your stepmom's family car."

With visions of renting a car or taking a cab, I jokingly said "So I have to take the 'Vette?"

Much to my surprise my dad smiled and said "I'm afraid so."

As he handed me the keys there was no lecture. He just said "I'm only going to say three things - It's red. You're young. They'll be looking for you."

I never did anything that would make them look too hard.

Because Gas ir REALLY EXPENSIVE and we have no money. When gas was cheap you could drive for fun, now It's Point A->B

Haha Steve your dad sounds like a pretty good bloke to me. Alot like mine actually.

I've been driving since I was 18, my dad is fine with how I drive the car and never critiques my technique (Most of which was learnt from him, and before that copius amounts of Daytona USA) but my mum, yeesh it's like I'm still on my L's despite being a fully licensed driver.

Then again I do have a mate who just got his license. On his P's (Probationary license) at 25!

That reminds me, my car needs a wash. Back later.

A couple more stories.

I got my learner's permit at 16, found out I could only drive with an adult in the car, but could ride a motorcycle with no passengers; in fact couldn't have anyone else on the bike. "Hey, dad? You know that little Honda you got to ride to work and never did?" When my permit expired after six months I renewed it rather than get my license.

The last time I visited my sister she told me of the hard time she had when dad paid for her to take flying lessons. I said that I never got to take flying lessons. She retorted that she never got to drive the Corvette. When we brought it up to our dad he looked at her and said "But Steve never wrapped one my cars around a tree!"

Great story, great memory Steve :DL

My late father was similar to yours with regard to his son driving his vehicles at an early age :sunny: