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Originally Posted by KC911
My dad taught me how to walk home....
Thanks Dad  ! |
When I got my driver's license, on my 16th birthday, my dad gave me a quarter he said to put in the glove box and if I break down to call him. He then went on to tell me that if I run out of gas, don't bother calling him, as that is too stupid of a thing to do to deserve his help. And my 1960 VW bug did not even have a gas gauge! To this day I have never, not even once run out of gas.
I was responsible for 100% of all costs to own and drive the car, except the insurance. He did pay for that, and room and board as I was only 16. Dad did give me an interest free loan for the car, but I had to pay all of that back.
I had to learn to work on my cars to afford to have them.