Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for April 26, 2015

Not funny, Uncle Wally.

Funny in a comic but it’s a mean trick to play on a young person.

But he did get to drive!

The adults in this strip are SO evil! :)

My dad tried to teach me how to drive his truck on a 2-track road out in the boonies; when he caught me trying to see through the steering wheel he scolded me about not trying to see over it. I mouthed off and told him either I look over the wheel and not go anywhere or I reach the pedals and see through the wheel. That was the last time he tried to teach me how to drive.

Ouch! Poor Andy!

That’s how I started out – moving one car around in the driveway to make room for the other. ANY time you can get them behind the wheel is more valuable than most folks realize.

This is why kids today are less interested in driving than previous generations.

I taught both my kids how to drive by taking them out to the flea market parking lot nearly every weekday after school. The flea market was closed and the huge lot was empty. No obstacles, lots of practice. I also bought both their own cheap car.

Sound like my dad… move car in driveway… wash car put it back. Just glad I didn’t hit the garage door first time… my brother did that LOL

I was 10 when I started doing this with the family cars. It was the only time I got to drive my aunts classic Corvette, worth the ‘chore’ of washing it every time.

Good job though Andy.

Very cleaver Wally.I remember my mom decided to teach me then my sister too young of age in a small town to drive on a dirt road. I verily moved way too young to drive and scared. She almost sit on my lap. I will ask my mom if she remembers that at her age of 90. She has Dementia.

When I was a teenager, I resisted learning to drive because I was afraid I’d be too nervous (I wasn’t, when the time came).More importantly, I knew that if I had had a permit, my parents would have asked me to move the car into the garage every night. When I got a teaching job at Junior College, though, and my mom had to take me there (out of her way) before going to her own job, she taught me to drive, on Sundays at the road outside the Maritime Base, where there was virtually no traffic. She served as a marker-post so I could (very carefully) learn parallel parking.

@Andy

Remember this day and plot your Revenge…

Haha, exploitation of teen dreams…so wrong yet so funny.