Start Driving Young

Here I am getting a healthy dose of "driving" at about 5 or 6 years old. I was standing on the front seat, not sitting, but already preparing for a life behind the wheel. Not sure you can see it that well in the photo, but Mom is in the back seat with her hand to her head mimicking both fear and disgust at my driving. Funny thing is, 50 plus years later and she's still doing the same thing!

The car was a 1958 4-door Chevrolet Biscayne sedan in two shades of green. The Biscayne wasn't the top of the Chevrolet line by any measure, and yet I am amazed today at how much chrome the car sported. Dad also had a '58 Chevrolet wagon in Coral Pink. A dreadful hue that reminds one of the color of healthy gums.

We got out of sedans because Mom liked convertibles (YES! YES! YES!) and went through a series of Chevy II's and Malibu's in the early 1960's.

(One note about convertibles: they are wonderful! And please don't let anyone attempt to convince you that a sunroof is the equivalent. Sunroofs are a distraction in my opinion and produce a wind pressure situation in the cabin of the car that creates a "booming" sensation in your ears if the other windows are closed. I notice that in Audi's particularly.)