This evening I'm going to dinner with Lydia, a friend I knew in high school. In fact, Lydia and I took driver's training together. As I recall, our teacher was Mr. Dubois. He was rather gruff, especially that time he had to jam on his brakes when I started to pull out in front of a school bus. Good thing he had those brakes, but I sure was shaking in fright after that little episode. I probably stayed home sick the next day. I wonder if Lydia remembers that incident. I don't think I'll ask her, since I really don't want to relive it...especially during our gourmet dinner at Denny's .
Here's a picture of a car like the one we learned to drive in. It wasn't red though. It was a very drab shade of green.....one of those colors real people would never buy.

Here's something interesting I saw a few weeks ago.

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I remember Mr. DuBois. Didn't get to take driver's ed class, though. Mom had to teach me earlier and that sure was a frightening experience!! One I don't like to remember. I bet if I saw a picture of Lydia, I'd remember her, too!
Is that a Crazy Quilt I see? Cool! As for those cars, I think my parents owned one, only in silver! I didn't do Driver's Ed....my father got a permit to teach me and I spent almost a year keeping track on a chart of every one of the 500 miles I had to drive with him before I could get my license. Boy, could I drive when I got through! (We did the same thing with our boys...on a standard shift car!)
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