Woman Learning to Drive in Cemetery Knocks Over Headstones

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https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/woman-learning-to-drive-in-cemetery-knocks-over-headstones/ar-AAWkhsz?li=BBnb7Kz

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[Herlock Sholmes]

I don’t know how strict the tests are over there c.d. but over here there would be some doubt on whether she would pass her test with that kind of driving.

[c.d.]

I don’t know how strict the tests are over there c.d. but over here there would be some doubt on whether she would pass her test with that kind of driving.

Yes, but consider where she was. Just who would be complaining about her lack of skills?

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[Ms Diddles]

Also, It's a Range Rover!

Who learns to drive in a Chelsea tractor???

Everyone knows you cut your teeth in a battered old Ford Fiesta!

[mpriestnall]

I had a driving lesson when the roads were covered by snow. It was in a built-up area but on a minor, quiet, sloping road that my driving instructor suggested to me to practice doing hand-break turns at the bottom of the slope into the t-junction below. Maybe it was the same instructor...

[caz]

I took after my dad and never did get a driving licence. Being a Londoner, with no transport problems, I decided I didn't need the stress. I once had a few lessons with a female instructor, who spent much of the time - and my money - parked up, telling me her personal problems.

My mum passed her test back in the late 50s/early 60s after six lessons and no practice, whereas my dad mounted the pavement, knocking over a newly planted tree, and was charged by the council for another one!

That cemetery story was dead funny. At least it couldn't be described as 'carnage'.

Love,

Caz
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[Ms Diddles]

I took after my dad and never did get a driving licence. Being a Londoner, with no transport problems, I decided I didn't need the stress. I once had a few lessons with a female instructor, who spent much of the time - and my money - parked up, telling me her personal problems.

My mum passed her test back in the late 50s/early 60s after six lessons and no practice, whereas my dad mounted the pavement, knocking over a newly planted tree, and was charged by the council for another one!

That cemetery story was dead funny. At least it couldn't be described as 'carnage'.

Love,

Caz
X

I was the opposite.

I grew up in the country, so driving lessons were pretty much an obligatory seventeenth birthday present as everyone's parents were so sick of ferrying them around by then!

I learned in Malton where there was a local hunt (pre ban), and my driving instructor used to encourage the prolific use of rude gestures at the huntsmen.

It was a good grounding for any future road rage incidents!