The First Car Part 1 The drivers license
Most remember their first car. Me too. Many other people my age began with an old Volvo Amazon, but I wanted something else. The 18th birthday came and went without I took driver’s license or acquired car. I was fully occupied with being a punk who would rather drink beer and boose in the back of other people’s cars. Seen in retrospect, I wasted away many years unnecessarily.
The turning point came when my 22th birthday was approaching. A couple of buddies thought we would go one week to Mallorca and partying. I thought it sounded like a good idea, contacted the bank and got a loan of 5,000 (600 dollar) – that would be dandy on. Completely insane. Fortunately, I bethought me for any reason and thought, if not a driver’s license would be better.
By: Anders Hjelm
Driving practice in ol´american barges
Contacted a driving school in Smederjebacken which offered intensive training for a week and got a place a month later. That much practice driving it was not, about 70 miles in friend’s Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser, and about the same amount in another friends Valiant.
At the end of March 1987 I drove the seven miles to Smedjebacken where I shared apartment and driving instructors with a Stockholmer who also had a driving license need. The week passed quickly with theory books, safety, driving on slippery surfaces, the pull position, traffic, urban and highway driving in a glorious mess.
Jet easy
Driver training was done in a red, four-door Volkswagen Jetta of the latest model year. Everything went surprisingly easy, however, had the Stockholm stomper major problems with most things, but he had on the other hand never sat in a car, raised by the underground. According to the rules we would, after completion of the training, wait a week before doing the driving test. A nervous period took place at home with theory books before it was time to take the train