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We aren't in Springfield anymore.
We aren't in Springfield anymore.
My understanding is that kids these days aren't really in a hurry to learn to drive.My oldest just moved out. She no longer wants to associate with anyone because she knows how to do it all without our help. The youngest in now learning to drive. It's going to feel weird in a couple years when the youngest leaves.
All it takes is for one friend to get their license. The others will want to drive.My understanding is that kids these days aren't really in a hurry to learn to drive.
My oldest wasn't in a hurry because it meant working at something, mostly taking the written test. Then she started driving and realized the freedom she would have no longer subject to the parents schedule.My understanding is that kids these days aren't really in a hurry to learn to drive.
I think Cane's would have been a motivating factor here, had they had restaurants in this area. 😆My oldest wasn't in a hurry because it meant working at something, mostly taking the written test. Then she started driving and realized the freedom she would have no longer subject to the parents schedule.
The youngest got her learner's permit right away because she knows she can be free of parent time schedules and just drive herself to school and back and of course to Cane's for chicken.
All it takes is for one friend to get their license. The others will want to drive.
I didn't get my license until I was 18, because I had a bus pass to get me where I needed to go.The Girl got her leaners permit on her 15th bday & drivers license on her 16th bday because she understood the freedom she could have.
Like Father, like daughter too by the way.
They can start drivers training at 14 years and 9 months.My 14-year-old never expressed an interest in driving and seemed indifferent whenever the conversation happened to come up (though, that really wasn't too frequently to begin with) until last week when she learned that a couple of her friends who just turned 15 have already begun drivers training. Now she's already planning for when she'll be old enough to begin training next summer and hoping that she can squeeze it in between band camp and the start of school.
I don't recall that we were even able to take drivers training until we were just like 90 days out from our 16th birthday or something like that. I haven't looked too much into it but I think in Michigan now you are supposed to have a bunch more time driving on a permit with an adult than what was required years ago so the change is probably a good thing.
They can start drivers training at 14 years and 9 months.
1975-16(?) = 1959. 2024-1959=65...do you see retirement down the road or just prefer to mentor the young whipper snappers entering the field?...me in 1975.
1975-16(?) = 1959. 2024-1959=65...do you see retirement down the road or just prefer to mentor the young whipper snappers entering the field?
If you can handle Route 22 traffic in our old haunts, you can handle just about anything (except, maybe, Boston and the notoriously bad drivers there).Gedunker & kjel might react to this -
part of my driver's ed was a round trip on Route 22 to Newark Airport.
I had driver's ed in HS, but because my birthday was toward the end of the enrollment cut-off, I hadn't had driver training when I tested for my license in the summer of '77. Hell, I had only ever practiced parallel parking one time, about an hour before I went for the test. Because I had earned my license, I was able to skip regular driver training, but I did take my HS advanced driver training and that saved my parents a lot of money on auto insurance (which was stupid expensive for a male in NJ). It also came in handy the one and only time I had a front tire blow-out at 75mph on the Garden State Parkway.![]()
That, and basically just drive around the block. I rolled through a stop sign during it and still got my license.We had to parallel park as part of our drivers test.
I had to make a three point turn. My kids had to parallel park.We had to parallel park as part of our drivers test. I practiced in my mom's 1971 Mercury Grand Marquis Station Wagon & took the test in my dad's 1977 Toyota Corolla. I passed.
I would have guessed a Model T for you.Had to parallel park for State Driver's Exam - I did it in a Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser Station Wagon (you know a land yacht)
Had to parallel park for State Driver's Exam - I did it in a Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser Station Wagon (you know a land yacht)
For me it was a 1981 Honda Civic sedan (not hatchback).My daily driver in high school - 1978 Ford LTD.
Yes, and they should smell of oil and gasoline.Why would you want to keep your jeans from fading?
I have so many unread books. I usually pick up at a local thrift store for $1-2, hardback or "trade" paperback as we used call them when I worked in a bookstore. I don't pick up paperbacks. I've been on a self-imposed freeze the last year or so.
My wife says I cannot buy any books, unless I use my allotment*, or if it's work-related.I have so many unread books. I usually pick up at a local thrift store for $1-2, hardback or "trade" paperback as we used call them when I worked in a bookstore. I don't pick up paperbacks. I've been on a self-imposed freeze the last year or so.
I tend to get a lot of books from the library, which then, for obvious reasons, take precedence over my personal books when it comes time to pick something to read. That's why, as of January 1 of this year, I made a rule for myself that for every book I read at the library, I must read and then remove one from my personal collection. (They usually get donated to the library.)I have so many unread books. I usually pick up at a local thrift store for $1-2, hardback or "trade" paperback as we used call them when I worked in a bookstore. I don't pick up paperbacks. I've been on a self-imposed freeze the last year or so.
Our 82 Corolla had those looked cool until the snow packed into the slots.This was my first daily driver:
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Except mine also had these bad boys on the back window:
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Wow.Had to take one of my husband's employees to the airport at o-dark-thirty this morning so I am super early for work and even had breakfast downtown with the coffee shop cowboys on my way to the office - the hazards of working in the city that has the airport for the whole region lol
the classic young-person situation though - I get there at 4:45 - take an hour to get to the airport and her flight is at 7 - I am sitting there, no lights on in her house, no signs of life, car in the driveway - so I text her "hey I am here" - no response - call, goes to voicemail - text my husband a wtf message and he says go knock on the door - and it's pretty early so everything echoes, so I am just waiting for the cops to pull up to see what this crazy lady is doing banging on someone's door - finally, SHE WAKES UP - rushes around getting dressed and packing and apologizing, I am trying to be the cool old lady and am all it's okay, we'll make it - get there at 6:15 AM so hopefully the TSA line isn't too long - we are getting more NY flights in the morning so our once short TSA line is starting to get longer - but anyway, that's the start of my day
I hope she did get hung up at TSA. Like I did in your freaking teeny tiny airport! I had a bag of a blueberry popover mix. Apparently within the bag where it seals there is some sort of metal. I was escorted aside, approximately 15 TSA agents surrounded me and started asking me what was in the bag. I said I hoped what it said on the label. They seemed quite disappointed I had no intention of trying to bring down the plane. I was just embarrassed it caused such a ruckus. (I like the word ruckus).Had to take one of my husband's employees to the airport at o-dark-thirty this morning so I am super early for work and even had breakfast downtown with the coffee shop cowboys on my way to the office - the hazards of working in the city that has the airport for the whole region lol
the classic young-person situation though - I get there at 4:45 - take an hour to get to the airport and her flight is at 7 - I am sitting there, no lights on in her house, no signs of life, car in the driveway - so I text her "hey I am here" - no response - call, goes to voicemail - text my husband a wtf message and he says go knock on the door - and it's pretty early so everything echoes, so I am just waiting for the cops to pull up to see what this crazy lady is doing banging on someone's door - finally, SHE WAKES UP - rushes around getting dressed and packing and apologizing, I am trying to be the cool old lady and am all it's okay, we'll make it - get there at 6:15 AM so hopefully the TSA line isn't too long - we are getting more NY flights in the morning so our once short TSA line is starting to get longer - but anyway, that's the start of my day