I took my driver's test in my Dad's 1967 GMC work van. There were no side windows. Thankfully, the back doors had glass panels, but they didn't help much. I learned how to back up and parallel park with the mirrors.
I was always the guy that wanted to drive the U-Haul truck when I was moving myself or others. The bigger, the better, especially if there was a manual transmission involved. Once I was the "college boy" that was dared to jump into a semi truck cab and move a tractor / trailer across a parking lot. (It was just a dare...not even a double or a double dog.) The brakes on the trailer were set as a joke on me, and I didn't know it at the time. The guy that issued the dare got excited when I pulled the front wheels of the tractor off the ground as I drug the trailer a few feet. (Just give 'er some gas...ok maybe a lot of gas...and release the clutch slowly...just like the manual says.) I wasn't about to let tools trump technique.
One of my cars has a backup camera. It has taken me a long time to trust it. I still check my mirrors and look over my shoulder when backing up.
Oh yeah...
@myles wilson, I didn't pass my first road test. The state trooper had an issue with my idea of how to turn a vehicle around and go the opposite direction. I am a work-in-progress.
My Dad borrowed his buddy's souped up 1969 El Camino SS for the weekend right after I got my license. All black, new Chevy V8 350, covered cargo area, shiny chrome, Cragar wheels, T-shifter. I was sure he was going to buy it for me (NOT). My Dad teased me with it for a day before he let me drive it. I rode along while he wound it up in all four gears. When he
finally let me drive it, I peeled out of street onto a main road...almost ate a mailbox on the roadside in the process. I received some coaching at that point. It was a growth experience for me.
@jluc @brit @jgreenepa - I'd like to test drive your cars next time we get together, 'specially if there are gears involved.
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