Brrm-brrm!
Nov. 21st, 2008 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo
I was a fair-haired kid. Positively Nordic. This wasn't my car. We were at the fair- and the picture was taken by a pro. Brrm-brrm! Oddly enough- I've never learned to drive. The white thing on the seat beside me is the roof of the toy bus I was carrying round with me at the time.
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Date: 2008-11-21 04:24 pm (UTC)I'm surrounded by dedicated drivers. My mother was an army driver in WWII- and still- at 87- is happy to drive considerable distances. My dad was a bit of a boy racer- the way he'd hare round narrow country lanes was terrifying. My youngest son drove military vehicles for the British Army.
I took lessons once, but I just couldn't get the hang of it.