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My first car was a 1986 Chevy Nova. But the first time I drove it, it still belonged to my grandparents, and my lack of experience was quite evident.
My granddad likes to remind me of that day and how I punched the accelerator, such that the engine pinged a bit, hesitant to smoothly go the speed I desired. The engine’s hesitancy matched my own.
Mom warned her dad that I might need to practice a bit more before driving him to work in Miami, but he thought this would be a great opportunity for me.
After a few final instructions, still sitting in the driveway of their very busy street, I proceeded to back out of the driveway the wrong way. Twice. After the second time, Granddad mercifully said, “Just drive around the block.”
Before I could complete the task of driving around the block, I had already provided more evidence of my poor driving skills. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see around the bushes at the stop sign in order to turn right, back onto their street and get going the right direction. Nope. First, I needed to come to a complete stop behind the line, and then inch forward until I could clearly see.
