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Originally Posted by stevej37
My drivers ed consisted of book tests and then getting into a Chevy Impala with three other students and driving while the instructor slept. (the Chev was a three on the tree)
After that...a one on one road test with the local po-po. and you were good to go.
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We had classroom, tests, driving in a parking lot painted with various street lines and intersections, then 3 or 4 of us in a car (mine was an Impala, but there were a couple of other models too) driving around with the instructor.
I'll never forget, when he got me on the Interstate, which was I95 in NoVA. I was in a lane driving behind another car at the speed limit. He told me to pass the car in front of me. In all of the in class instruction, we had been told that you aren't supposed to speed when passing, so I bumped the speed up 2-3 mph and was speeding, but not by much. As I'm creeping past the other car in the fast lane, he starts saying "git." I'm thinking, "what the hell is this guy saying, get what?" He repeats it more emphatically, and then practically yells it, "git, git, Git, GIT!" I'm not sure what happened next, I did speed up and get around. I assume he was looking for me to gun it, have it drop a gear and then pull back in line. But I had no idea what he meant when he said "git." He didn't seem that "country" most of the time.
Following the drivers ed was more tooling around with dad, and eventually a test at the DMV which was ridiculously easy, practically a joke, although every driver's test I've ever taken did include parallel parking which really kills some folks. The rest of the tests have always been a joke, basically drive around the block, come to either a stop sign or light, make a turn, parallel park and you're done.