My ole man drug me down to DMV in Tejas on the annointed day, as early as we could go...first a-hole failed me by a point or two cause he didn't get to finish his coffee first. We went to the next DMV station a few miles away and did exactly the same and passed with 100 percent flyin' colors...that dude musta had his Irish coffee by then.
When my big sis' was trying to learn how to drive a standard, I copped a ride in the truck cab with her and the ole man. She did okay until she hit the first stop sign about a block from the house...you know the tale...jerk, jerk, jerk, lurch, lurch, dead engine. After round three of that I panicked and bailed out and walked back home...sis hates me for that to this day and she still can't drive a stick.