However, when the mishaps became often... like when I hit a parked Nova, a (parked!) motorcycle, our gate, and when I drove around the small village with the handbrake on... Pa decided to just send me to take formal lessons. Then I learned more about safe driving and road courtesy. Looking back, it's hard to imagine it was almost 30 years ago!
Pa has always owned a stick-shift vehicle. Now that he gets occasional debilitating gout attacks (blame bad diet), he wants to replace his old one with a car with automatic transmission. So yesterday, I invited him to test drive our car and went around IT Park.
30 years after I learned to drive, I find it amusing seeing Pa on the wheel and taking pointers from me. Hehe... I guess life just came full circle.
"Look to the left, then to the right"... Pa behind the wheel...