I was 13 or so, and boy, is it a horror story.
We had a ford festiva, and it was a standard. At my grandparents house, there's a black top driveway that is about 3/4 of a circle, sloped, with probably close to an 1/8 mile inbetween the house and the road. Hope you've got a decent idea of it. My mother decided the best way for me to learn to drive was to start at the top and go toward the road IN REVERSE. I ended up ruining the transmission, of course, which was an even larger issue because my father had just had a severe work related accident, and was out of work with no kind of disability yet. Needless to say, I didn't want to drive again for quite a while.
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