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8. Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows
> up, he'll never be able to edge his car onto a freeway.
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as funny as this sounds, this is much truer than you might imagine.
i had my drivers license for more than 3 years (since age 15 1/2 ), before
my girlfriend, since high school, patiently decided she'd had enough of my
driving the backroads to get anywhere in the bay area. brilliant and brave
soul that she was, in a lot of ways, she sat beside me, coaxed and coached
me onto northbound highway 101 from san jose, for the first time. barb told
me, "drive like you own the road". "i don't think so," is how i felt about
it, and of course, i didn't tell her that. she said i could do it, and i
believed her because she was brave enough (or crazy enough) to sit next to
me while i did, is all it amounted to. mind you, barb didn't get her own
driver's license and didn't drive, until around 1990. she was convinced
she couldn't drive (and nobody, not even me, could un-convince her until
then), just like for more than 3 years, nobody else could convince me i
really could be pushy enough to get onto the freeway. yep, go figure; and
it is astonishing to me that too-southern-polite and too-northern-polite
wound up to be two, too-californian-polites.LOL and friends over the
course of 40 years. fun memory.
kate
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Jo Firey - 07 May 2005 01:44 GMT
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> kate
A little different from how I learned to drive. You probably shouldn't ride
anywhere with me when we are in Portland. As soon as I had my license, my
parents gave me the car keys and told me to drive (from Rockville, MD) out
to Dulles Airport and back for practice. They sent me out there every
Saturday afternoon for several months.
Now I've been in rural California long enough that I've gotten pretty laid
back. Except that no one, and I mean no one steals a parking place from me
unless I let them.
Jo
d'huit - 07 May 2005 02:20 GMT
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LOL.sounds like it was good practice. i still get beat out of parking
spaces, even after sitting and waiting for the spot for the longest time
with my turn signal on; and even with my handicapped plaquard, by other
gimps.LOL
when butch and i first moved up here in '75, we were both soooo impressed by
how polite washington drivers were. totally gracious. they're not
anymore.LOL
heck, we weren't taught to get onto the freeway in driver's training. and i
never really *had* to get on the freeway, cuz i had a lot of friends who
drove, too. if we were heading to the beach or to san francisco or south,
i'd just let them drive.
barb almost ran over her own dentist in a crosswalk, once, during driver's
ed. class (hit the brake a little late for the light). then she was so
embarrassed, all she could do was wave at him and say, "hi!"LOL and me, i
was constantly apologizing to the curbs i hit when i cut my turns too
sharply. seriously, i even apologized to somebody's lawn once.LOL ummm . .
. i think i need to say that neither barb nor i were dummies in high school.
both of us won scholarships--hard to believe, huh. we were just a little
"odd" when it came to driving.LOL gads, poor mr. falcone. i can't imagine
anybody *wanting* to teach driver's ed to a car full of high school kids! i
think he just got stuck with the class.LOL
kate
DeeTee wrote:
> 6. What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?
Plus shipping and handling (which often is more than
the value of the "gift").
... The only difference between an IRS agent and a taxidermist
... is the taxidermist leaves your skin. Mark Twain
DeeTee wrote:
> 8. Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and,
> when he grows up, he'll never be able to edge his car onto a
> freeway.
From Readers Digest, 25-30 years ago:
A distraught driver was frozen at the YIELD sign posted at
the freeway onramp, with dozens of other cars stacking up
behind.
Finally a fellow walks up to the stalled car and declares,
"Lady, the sign says "yield", not surrender."
... Insomnia isn't anything to lose sleep over.
Nell . - 09 May 2005 17:31 GMT
I wasn't too polite for freeways--I simply froze up on driver's tests.
Not the written. I aced those. I tried twice--in Hawthorne and in
Torrance, both in Los Angeles County, California. There were no small
towns within a hundred miles of me to try at.
The state of California decided not to give me a license and I never
tried again. The funny thing is I drove for two years on learner permits
and never had a ticket or an accident.
Oh, well.
Nell