1987 Suburban on 2000 acres, when I was 8 or 9.
Still have the Suburban, but it's been retired to a ranch truck.
Learned to park, parallel park in it & on the ranch learned to slide it around quite a bit

Driver's Ed was in a tired 98ish Corolla.

Both Mom and Dad had Cadillacs. Unfortunately for me I had to drive my Mom's beast, she always got the Sedan De Villes those huge 4-door tanks. Dad had the Coupe De Villes, but would't allow my to get my grubby hands on until I was a little older. He reluctantly allowed me to use it on a date in high school. It had white leather interior and my date spilled dark purple Spinatta (sp?)wine on and it stained the threads in the white leather seats....needless to say, he tanned my hide for that stunt. And you bet I got the "I knew you'd do something stupid" line from that episode, and he was justified looking back now

Hey, kids!
I learned in the family 1951 Mercury sedan, pale green. Had "spats" on the rear wheels; lost one on my first date driving down a dark and bumpy country road.

Honda Accord and an Oldsmobile Delta-88, both automatics.

Took the Honda for the driving test.

Shortly thereafter, when gas prices went up, Dad sold the 88 and got another Accord, but this time a stick shift. He took me out for 2 lessons and then I was driving it all the time!

1989 Ford F-250 Diesel Crew Cab 8’ bed, manual transmission. A breeze to parallel park.

1976 Ford F-150

My dad's 1967 GTO. Sure wish he kept it.

It was a 1937 Dodge pickup. I drove it to high school many days.

Can’t remember the year but it was a Chevy pickup. I think it was a late ‘60s model. 4-speed manual with sloppy steering. My Dad taught me in our back yard.

1952 Willys Jeep, army surplus, with a hardtop! My Dad bought it in 1959 for $900. My 3 younger sisters and I all learned to drive that herding cattle on the farm before we got to drive it on the road.

I'm not sure of the exact year, but it looked like a early 90's Volvo 240DL.

Early sixties Pontiac Grand Prix. Mid-sixties VW Beetle; '57 Ford Fairlane; old Willys Wagon. All before I was sixteen. Then it was the Driver's Ed sedan (don't remember what it was), and my mother's '68 Fairlane convertible.

My best friend and I would push his father's BMW 2002 out of the driveway once he passed out in his chair - and start it up and take off when we were 14. We'd just drive around the neighborhood. I guess I technically learned to drive a stick in that car.

My dad's 1953 Ford Fairlane. Looked more or less like this one:


I was within days of my 18th birthday (1955) in Detroit, Michigan. The streets were clear of snow (it was December) and the weather clear. My dad came to me and said "Are you or are you not ever going to learn to drive?" A little background will help here. First of all, my dad was never happier than when behind the wheel of a car. Secondly, Detroit had an outstanding public bus system roaming all of its network of rectilinear streets--every mile road north-south and every half-mile-road east-west: one never had to walk more than 1/4 mile at either end of a journey on the busses. I traveled in the city by bus and didn't need to drive.

I finally gave in and he began to teach me. His car was a manual transmission (most were, back then) and I was a real clutz learning to handle shifting. My dad was a great man, but not given to a lot of patience. After each driving lesson, when we came into the house my mom would say "I don't know which one to feel the sorriest for!". I did eventually learn to drive, and even to enjoy it a little (but never to the extent that my dad did.)

OT a little: my dad was an excellent driver with very fast reflexes, and he liked to drive fast. Speeding tickets were not a novelty with him. I'm convinced that if he'd been born in South Carolina instead of Missouri he'd have been another Cale Yarborough!

flashguy

1960 light blue Ford Falcon station wagon, three on the column, tan interior with tan raised cattle brand seat covers.

Damned thing probably worth a mint because very few were made with the factory branding iron covers.

Anyone else every see or even hear of that option?

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1962 Dodge 1/2 ton pickup with a 4 speed manual tranny. Parents never taught me, my neighbor took the time.

In 1963 I learned to drive in my Dad's '55 Buick Super. The thing was a tank! After I got my license, I bought a '53 Chrysler from one of my uncles for $50. It had a straight 8 flathead in it. Another tank!

78 or so Toyota celica for stick and a 84 Honda civic for manual

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Originally posted by redleg2/9:
1960 light blue Ford Falcon station wagon, three on the column, tan interior with tan raised cattle brand seat covers.

Damned thing probably worth a mint because very few were made with the factory branding iron covers.

Anyone else every see or even hear of that option?

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Nope. I also had a new 1960 Falcon but it wasn't set up like that. It was my first new car and was bought when I graduated from college and was commissioned a 2Lt USAF. I drove it 4500 mile to my first duty station in Oregon (from Detroit, Michigan). It was a great little car!

196311dd Officers Club front (127-h).jpg by David Casteel, on Flickr

flashguy

I took driver ed in 1976 and I think the car was a Dodge something or other...automatic transmission

when I got my license my dad got a 1967 Volkswagen and I essentially learned to drive all over again