that was me and me. nobody gonna mention their dad letting them "drive". seems like the worst place to be. any decent collision and you get killed by your father impaling you on the steering column
my paw paw used to let me drive in the yard like that. my dad on the other hand, would go on a country road, pull over, and tell me to drive. i just turned 13 when that started going on
Nothing was as fun as riding around in the back of a pick-up truck, though. Sitting up on the wheel well, of course.
My dad took the 1956 Pontiac out to the big pasture and let me just drive all around until I could handle it. You don't often take a passenger car off the road these days, but those 50's cars had clearance, overbuilt suspensions, and big V-8 engines.
im told a story of my dad letting me drive in his lap when i was about 3 and a cop pulled my dad over. just a warning though. i got most of my learning though much later, starting about 12 i think, when my dad and i would go quail hunting. he'd be worn out by the end of the hunt, so id get to drive home---about 30 miles in the country of SW La.
