Driving Horror Stories

[MeezDiscreet]

do any of you have some stories to share about some driving experiences? funny or sad?

here's ONE of mine:

when i was 14 my dad wanted to teach me to drive. we had just come from working out on a monday and, for some reason, the gym was always packed on mondays. packed gym means packed parking lot right?

well, we were in his favorite restored car, a 193 buick regal. if you know this car, you know it is wide and has a lot of front end. we were backed into the space so that i didn't have to reverse. he wanted to start slow.

i crank the thing up and he says put it in drive. done. then he says "now put your foot on the brake." problem. i don't know which is the brake. when i sense that he is going to go into one of his long and drawn out explanations that he is good, i just press my foot down and hope for the best. at that moment i had a total absence of intelligence. i ask myself, now, "what da hayle were you thinking by not waiting for his answer??"

needless to say it wasn't the brake i hit. we sped forward and i hit 2 cars at once. i got nervous so i turned the wheel--in a freaking 90 degree angle, hitting another car so hard that it hit the car next to it and 2 cars behing it. the impact is what stopped the car because i still sat there with my foot on the gas.

my dad had to go into the gym to make the announcement that if you drove here you need to come see if we hit your car, so of course EVERYONE comes outside. so now i'm embarrassed and ashamed.

including our car, that was 6 cars i hit. now i'm not trying to be racially insensitive here, but one of the cars belonged to a Mexican who, i presume, was illegal because when he came out of the grocery store in the same strip and saw his car, i told him "i hit your car. go talk to the man in the gray sweats. don't worry the police are on their way." he said "THE POLICE??" then he brushes out all of the broken glass in his head lights and speeds off. lol. so that was only 5 cars we had to fix.

as imagined, my parents insurance skyrocketed. in order to remove me from their insurance (i was added automatically), they had to sign some papers saying i wouldn't drive any of their cars until i was 18. i turned 18 in college and couldn't find anyone to teach me to drive and i refused to take driver's ed, so i didn't get my license until i was 21 because my little brother was getting one and i REFUSED to have him driving legally before me...even though he did because he passed the first day and i passed on my fourth try which is another story...

who else wants to share?

[2DISCRETE4U]

Originally posted by MeezDiscreet
do any of you have some stories to share about some driving experiences? funny or sad?

here's ONE of mine:

when i was 14 my dad wanted to teach me to drive. we had just come from working out on a monday and, for some reason, the gym was always packed on mondays. packed gym means packed parking lot right?

well, we were in his favorite restored car, a 193 buick regal. if you know this car, you know it is wide and has a lot of front end. we were backed into the space so that i didn't have to reverse. he wanted to start slow.

i crank the thing up and he says put it in drive. done. then he says "now put your foot on the brake." problem. i don't know which is the brake. when i sense that he is going to go into one of his long and drawn out explanations that he is good, i just press my foot down and hope for the best. at that moment i had a total absence of intelligence. i ask myself, now, "what da hayle were you thinking by not waiting for his answer??"

needless to say it wasn't the brake i hit. we sped forward and i hit 2 cars at once. i got nervous so i turned the wheel--in a freaking 90 degree angle, hitting another car so hard that it hit the car next to it and 2 cars behing it. the impact is what stopped the car because i still sat there with my foot on the gas.

my dad had to go into the gym to make the announcement that if you drove here you need to come see if we hit your car, so of course EVERYONE comes outside. so now i'm embarrassed and ashamed.

including our car, that was 6 cars i hit. now i'm not trying to be racially insensitive here, but one of the cars belonged to a Mexican who, i presume, was illegal because when he came out of the grocery store in the same strip and saw his car, i told him "i hit your car. go talk to the man in the gray sweats. don't worry the police are on their way." he said "THE POLICE??" then he brushes out all of the broken glass in his head lights and speeds off. lol. so that was only 5 cars we had to fix.

as imagined, my parents insurance skyrocketed. in order to remove me from their insurance (i was added automatically), they had to sign some papers saying i wouldn't drive any of their cars until i was 18. i turned 18 in college and couldn't find anyone to teach me to drive and i refused to take driver's ed, so i didn't get my license until i was 21 because my little brother was getting one and i REFUSED to have him driving legally before me...even though he did because he passed the first day and i passed on my fourth try which is another story...

who else wants to share?

I'm sorry MeezDiscreet but this story was HILARIOUS!! LOL! I wouldn't have risked teaching you to drive either! I'm glad you finally got your license though!
I'll have to think of some stories and come back.

[msn4med1975]

ROFL I can't top that one. I didn't pass my driving test the first time either because the road we were on was a two way street on both sides of the median (no marker, hard to explain) and I apparently got into the oncoming traffic lane even though no one was headed our direction.

But I did play with my life a few times riding with other folks. My ex had been trying to get me to come over and I REALLY wanted to sleep at my place but the brother was cooking so I said okay. Well he picks me up and proceeds to tell me he's not wearing his contacts so I need to make sure he doesn't HIT anything while we are driving back to his place. Umm something was wrong with him and me cause I stayed in the car like a dumb butt.

[Missam05]

As one of my first lessons of driving my mother decided to let me pull into the garage. I guess I was still a bit confused as to which was the gas and which was the brake because when I pulled in I hit the gas and ran into the wall of our house..so much glass breaking and debris falling so I backed out and I guess to avoid embarrassment my mother told me to let the garage down..the garage door hit the car and bent. Luckily there was no damage to the car whatsoever (even with the garage door hitting it). From then on when we practiced driving she always made me stop when I got in the driveway..one day I even called her out on it "Why won't you let me pull in anymore?"..I don't think I ever got an answer...

[kiml122]

Originally posted by MeezDiscreet
do any of you have some stories to share about some driving experiences? funny or sad?

here's ONE of mine:

when i was 14 my dad wanted to teach me to drive. we had just come from working out on a monday and, for some reason, the gym was always packed on mondays. packed gym means packed parking lot right?

well, we were in his favorite restored car, a 193 buick regal. if you know this car, you know it is wide and has a lot of front end. we were backed into the space so that i didn't have to reverse. he wanted to start slow.

i crank the thing up and he says put it in drive. done. then he says "now put your foot on the brake." problem. i don't know which is the brake. when i sense that he is going to go into one of his long and drawn out explanations that he is good, i just press my foot down and hope for the best. at that moment i had a total absence of intelligence. i ask myself, now, "what da hayle were you thinking by not waiting for his answer??"

needless to say it wasn't the brake i hit. we sped forward and i hit 2 cars at once. i got nervous so i turned the wheel--in a freaking 90 degree angle, hitting another car so hard that it hit the car next to it and 2 cars behing it. the impact is what stopped the car because i still sat there with my foot on the gas.

my dad had to go into the gym to make the announcement that if you drove here you need to come see if we hit your car, so of course EVERYONE comes outside. so now i'm embarrassed and ashamed.

including our car, that was 6 cars i hit. now i'm not trying to be racially insensitive here, but one of the cars belonged to a Mexican who, i presume, was illegal because when he came out of the grocery store in the same strip and saw his car, i told him "i hit your car. go talk to the man in the gray sweats. don't worry the police are on their way." he said "THE POLICE??" then he brushes out all of the broken glass in his head lights and speeds off. lol. so that was only 5 cars we had to fix.

as imagined, my parents insurance skyrocketed. in order to remove me from their insurance (i was added automatically), they had to sign some papers saying i wouldn't drive any of their cars until i was 18. i turned 18 in college and couldn't find anyone to teach me to drive and i refused to take driver's ed, so i didn't get my license until i was 21 because my little brother was getting one and i REFUSED to have him driving legally before me...even though he did because he passed the first day and i passed on my fourth try which is another story...

who else wants to share?

Ok your story is hella-funny. I'm still laughing now.

[vanda]

I went through the class portion of Driver's Ed with no problem. It was going to the driving range that did me in. I had never been behind the wheel until my first day at range. All we had to do was drive the car through the course. Of course there were those damn orange cones everywhere. When it was my turn to drive, I confidently got behind the wheel, fastened by seatbelt, started the car up and proceeded to knock down every damn orange cone in sight. One of the instructors yelled through a megaphone "You know Ms. Vanda, if this had been a true life game of Pac Man you would be the champion because you ate every pellet". I was thoroughly embarrassed. What made it worse was the guy I had a crush on was there too. Then on the final day when every received their slips to let them know which days they would actually go on the road, I got a pink "return for more training" form instead. A few weeks later I passed with a B. I was known through the whole school as Ms. Pac Man. Oh well it didn't last long because not long after I finished one girl drove her car off the hill used for uphill/downhill parking and straight through the fence. I always secretly thank her for that.