Driving Lessons Quotes

I didn't pass my driving test till I was 38!

Three weeks ago, she learned how to drive. Last week she learned how to aim it.

I don't know how to drive a car. The only thing I can do is act, but it's not something I even feel comfortable doing.

Learn to drive?" "Never," said Quentin. "My mission in life is to be a passenger.

Mark: When did you learn to drive? Courtney: About three seconds ago.

I remember learning to drive on my dad's lap. Did you guys ever do that? He'd work the brakes. I'd work the wheel. Then I went to take the driver's test and sat on the examiner's lap. I failed the exam. But he still writes to me. That's the really nice part.

I learnt to drive at around eleven years old. In an old jeep on a field in Colorado. There were lots of ditches. I could barely see over the steering wheel.

I can't swim. I can't drive, either. I was going to learn to drive but then I thought, well, what if I crash into a lake?

I had to take driving lessons in New York, which were really weird because it's not the safest thing in the world.

Just driving I just was in a car on flat ground and I couldn't make it go. Having ticked driving and taken three driving lessons, I just was unable to produce any motion whatsoever under perfectly normal circumstances. I think we've all been busted on driving, and riding.

Failing my driving test first time; that was a disappointment on a geological scale.

Sometimes I wish I could drive a car, but I'm gonna drive a car one day, so I don't worry about that.

I learned when I was a student in Connecticut. I had an Italian-American teacher who gave me classes for a week, and then said, "Okay, you're ready." And I wasn't ready. I didn't know how to drive!. But he knew the policeman who gave the test. And that's how I got through.

In a recent interview, Michelle Obama said that the Secret Service taught Malia how to drive. In exchange, Malia taught the Secret Service how to throw a party when her parents are away.

I would... learn how to drive... have a nice car... and drive it.

Learning to drive is a scary thing for a parent. I had to basically lie to get the keys when I was a kid.

One of the first things a British visitor to Southern California discovers is that he must have a car. Freeways. Bad public transport. I took driving lessons.

There are several methods for introducing your children to driving, and all of them are bad. Probably the worst is to put it off.

I'm not a bad driver. And I never will be because I took lessons when I was quite a boy. I never had to pass a test because there wasn't such a thing when I first started driving a motor car. So I didn't have to pass one.

When I was learning to drive, I thought the big milestones were changing gear, changing lane, and three-point-turns.

It once amused me that it took me three tries to pass my driver's test and that my driving instructor told my mother that I was the least talented person behind the wheel that she had ever taught.

I actually crashed the car I learned to drive on. It was a friend of mine's car.

My dad had this old truck that he used to take on back roads and showed me how to drive when I was nine or ten.

It's nice to have a pause to parent and to be more present at home, teaching them how to drive cars and navigate boys and all this sort of thing.

I regret not learning to drive when I was younger.