My dad was the opposite thankfully! He taught me to drive in the bush, on the beach etc, well before legal driving age, as soon as I could reach the pedals, and taught me to ride a dirt bike when he scored one small enough for me for cheap. He also taught basic repairs, we were not wealthy so everything we had needed fixing pretty regularly lol.
For him it was a father/son bonding thing, and we both loved it. I still have a love of cars and bikes which I suspect stems from those early experiences.
I have to assume too that learning the road rules and the like was a lot easier without needing to learn driving basics at the same time. Why most places seem to teach “car control” and “road rules and traffic” together is beyond me.
My driving inspector flat out told me that if I were his son, he’d beat me.
Hated driving so much afterwards, that I didn’t drive for half a year after getting my license.
My father had us driving when we were little by putting us on his lap and ‘driving’ with the wheel while he controlled the speed (we did this in empty parking lots). It was comforting.
Mother was the type to grab the ceiling handles or try and smash the breaks on the passenger side.
Driving with my mum was insane. She kept screaming that I was to close to the cars and holding on for dear life.
Relax women ive played GTA I know how to drive already. Do not bring the vibes of fear and panic into my automobile. No one drives the speed limit anyway.
My dad taught me things about driving that have, without a doubt, saved my life on more than one occasion.
Having your dad yell at you at the top of his lungs while in a moving insulated metal box sure makes you safer!
Unpopular opinion: you should not feel safe in a car, because you are not.
You are inside a weapon that kills more people than any other combined, so you should always be on high alert all the time.
If you’re unable to drive under pressure then you shouldn’t.He said safer, not feels safer.
Yeah I know, I don’t get what you mean
You’re arguing you shouldn’t feel safe in a car because you aren’t. OP is arguing that someone yelling fundamentally makes you less safe because of the distraction and stress.
Yeah but, but while one thing doesn’t exclude the other, that wasn’t the point of my comment. The point was that you should be able to drive under stress without panicking, no matter what. Otherwhise people get hurt.
Being screamed at in a small metal box while going at speed may result in instant action. This is great if you’re being told to brake, not so much if you’re being told to turn
I had it easy teaching my daughter to drive - she was naturally cautious so if anything I only ever had to remind her to speed up. We live in a small enough city that I never even did that unless there was traffic behind her. I let her learn at her speed (and then sent her to driving school to get that discount on insurance). No yelling or extra stress required
Where I grew up, driving school was mandatory before being eligible for a license.
I ended up going to two. The first one, the instructor advocated disregarding caution and just trusting in the universe to take care of you (not exactly how she phrased it). At one point some state representative came in; the instructor, apparently forewarned, told the class that she would be teaching differently the day the representative was there and that we shouldn’t comment on it.
When my mom found out, she took me out and put me in a better known school, then demanded a refund from the first one. The instructor sent her a copy of her contract, highlighting a phrase that was something like “no refund under any conditions.”
A few months later, that school was no longer open.
My driver teacher keep cat calling women on the street and then asked me if I was gay because I never turned around to see the women he was harassing while I was fucking afraid I was about to crash again something.
I’m not sure if yours sounds worse than mine - I guess it depends on the metric - but they both seem pretty awful.
Lol yeah my father teaching me to drive is why sister chose not to learn
Actually it was my mom.
Opposite for me. I hate exams.
