My older sister begged my dad to teach her to drive when she turned 14 and acquired the much yearned for permit. Being the spoiled first child she was my father relented and took her out right away. Her second time out she wrapped the family car around a tree. It was the only vehicle we had. Right then and there the ol’ man established a new rule; none of his children shall ever again get behind the wheel of one of his cars until they have a drivers license. Consequently the only driving experienced I had were the few precious minutes from driver’s ed class. I failed my driving test the first two times out.
That dreaded “three-point turn” was a sticking point for me too. It took me too long to get headed in the other direction. What always occurred to me at the time is if one were to actually use the three-point turn in an everyday driving situation and a cop saw you he probably pull you over and tell you to stop snarling up traffic with such a ridiculous maneuver on a city street.
“Next time just pull up into a driveway or parking lot to turn around pal. Don’t be endangering the lives of others and their vehicles with all this turning and backing nonsense ever again. What are you, 16?”
And parallel parking, don’t even get me stated. To this day I avoid parallel parking.
“Sorry young man, you fail today. You will need to come back once you are more proficient at parallel parking.”
“What? I think this is perfect! The car is out of everybody’s way up on the sidewalk like this.”