Riding in cars with boys.
Riding in cars and trucks with boys . Alright, I rode on some motorcycles too. They have wheels and I should not discriminate. I did not have my own car as a teen. I lived in a small town, the kind where usually everyone knows what you had been up to and who with often times before you even get home and your parents have already heard. Don't worry, there's no tea being spilled here. The first time I drove a friend's royal blue truck with a manual transmission was during a summer evening on the back streets of a one stop light town . Older vehicles are more forgiving to teenage girls with big feet trying to time a clutch and a gas pedal. Back when a gas pedal was truly attached to a cable which was attached to a throttle. He was brave and so kind. I had the joy of riding in another friend’s red sporty number with a bumper sticker which read, “WARNING in case of rapture this car will be unmanned ”. You can read t...