There were a lot fewer cars in 1967!
I have just completed my third ‘job’ as passenger to new driver. Third generation new driver, too.
Fifty years ago, the – very young – witchlet sat next to Mother-of-witch as she attempted to get up to speed on driving. She’d had a license for 16 years when she realised circumstances required a car, and driving. So there I was, doing my supporting role from the back seat (too young to sit in the front), and to this day I remember the exact spot on the road where Mother-of-witch attempted to turn the car round and stalled spectacularly. Even with the 1967 level of cars, queues soon built up both left and right. Eventually, gritting her teeth, she stomped out of the car and asked the nearest [male] driver if he’d mind moving her car out of the way…
Those were the days.
Later on, your witch found herself in Shetland with the Resident IT Consultant, who was driving a hire car on holiday, and it was pretty much his first real go at driving. That particular u-turn ended in a ditch. We got a tractor to pull us out…
And, that brings me to today. Well, this week. With her only driving experience being the dark roads up in the Chilean Andes, in a left-hand drive car, Daughter’s been ‘home’ for a few days and wanted to drive more ‘normally,’ to see if she could. So there I was, in the passenger seat with another new driver. The car hire company only had a rather large seven-seater automatic, so that’s what she got.
But at least with an automatic, you don’t stall. And unless I missed it, we had no need for any strange men to rescue us out of anything.