Anonymous wrote:I remember very clearly. I drove myself to my after school job for the first time in the 12 year old Plymouth Laser my grandparents had given us. The job was at a biomedical facility where I was the only teenager. I had a travel mug of green tea and was listening to NPR and I thought of myself as very sophisticated indeed. I even remember that they were doing some sort of Bob Dylan retrospective.

No BACKSTREET BOYS?

NSYNC?

98 DEGREES?

The most plated song during my 1st year of driving.

I can only assume it was memorable because you could drive and have seks in the car. No one wanted to bang me so I didn't care when I got mine at 17. I drove to the laundromat.

I remember very clearly. I drove myself to my after school job for the first time in the 12 year old Plymouth Laser my grandparents had given us. The job was at a biomedical facility where I was the only teenager. I had a travel mug of green tea and was listening to NPR and I thought of myself as very sophisticated indeed. I even remember that they were doing some sort of Bob Dylan retrospective.

Absolutely. I grew up in Indiana and for whatever reason, back then, in Indiana the law was that you could get your license one month and one day after your 16th birthday. I remember the exact day because I was a competitive swimmer who had practice every day after school unless we had a meet that evening. One month and one day after my 16th birthday was a meet day so my dad picked me up from school and took me to the DMV to get my license. I was on the younger side of my class so I couldn't wait to get my license.

My 16th birthday and I was raring to get it!

Absolutely. It was 41 years ago this coming December. It was the Tuesday after my 17th birthday (Saturday). Cloudy day. I failed the parallel parking which is now hilarious to think about. I had to park a VW Rabbit in a space that I swear was the size of a soccer field. But the guy passed me anyway.

Good times.

I remember standing in line at the DMV on Brentwood Rd (?) in northeast. Don’t remember the test at all. But it was very easy bc my driving instructor had driven all the possible routes with me. All I remember from that day is a woman in front of me in line was reading a book (or maybe it was the chapter she was reading?) with the title, Why the White Man Is Like a Dog. I thought that was pretty funny.

Yes, I remember it clearly because the guy at the DMV spelled my name wrong on my new license and then argued with me and my mother and wanted us to prove the actual spelling of my name. He obviously fat fingered it. It was a big pain to get him to admit he made a typo and make me a new license. He acted as if I did not know the spelling of my own name and as if my mother who named me didn't either.

Anonymous wrote:I am not talking about taking the test and passing the test.

I am talking about the day you were first given your driver's license in your hand as a teenager.

Do you still remember that day vividly?

What about the immediate days afterwards?

Do you still remember like it was yesterday?

No

I remember. I got my license that day. Back then, there was no on the road test. It was just in the parking lot. I had to parallel park which was at the end. That was the hardest part.

I vaguely remember taking the written test but that’s about it. The driving test I had taken months prior in driver’s ed.

Well I was 40 when I got my drivers license so I remember it well

No, not at all. As much as I wanted to drive, getting my license wasn't memorable. Getting my first car was (slightly) more of a big deal than the license.