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The first day my dad took me out to drive, we went downtown during rush hour, and my dad pointed at a parallel parking spot and told me to park there. I was still having trouble not stalling the car (standard), and talk about freaking out, I had cars honking at me, hundreds of motorists flipping me off. I was tense as could be. Of course, the very first time I hit the curb, and then the second time i hit the curb, and after many attempts I finally got into the spot.
My dad then had me pull out and two blocks later pointed out another parallel parking spot and made me park there. Once I accomplished that he took me to a hilly road with lots of stoplights, to get practice starting on hills with a standard. Once again, lots of honking motorists, and middle fingers as I stalled the car at almost every hilly stoplight, and almost rolled back into 3 or 4 other cars. After that first day I was frustrated, and thought my dad was a jerk, but when I'm walking downtown, and watch someone attempt to parallel park and practically take out the parking meter I laugh, and appreciate the fact that those were my first lessons.
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