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Ha, amazingly dad gave me that car. The frame eventually rusted out. It surely would've been a keeper!

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Hey Matt, great story! I feel like whatever indignation we receive in the drivers ed and test, if you come out with that license--it's a win!

My dad was quiet, but was known for outbursts and was a bit high strung with his babies, his autos! He had me out with his 68, Chevy Impala, matador red coupe which he kept in primo condition. It was a standard transmission, with a 3 speed on the column. We were in the parking lot of a large, thankfully empty horse racing track. All you had to avoid was the lightposts. After a few rounds with the clutch, I was feeling cocky and ready leave the parking lot for more adventuresome terrain. Dad's body language told me I had stepped past his comfort zone! I pulled up to a stop sign on a grade, facing up. Out of nowhere a vehicle foolishly pulled up behind us. My dad's fears were realized! No worries I thought. I pushed the accelerator about halfway to the floor and dropped the clutch. Gravel flying and tires probably squealing, we spun around to a hard left turn, without drifting back into that following car. The lesson pretty much ended shortly after! So drivers ed; what's not to love!

I'll see you out there, Matt!

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