I am sure that many on this list will remember the '65 Mustang. Well, no one but the 'lord of the manor' was allowed to drive THAT car. Until the day came - shortly after he graduated from Stanford - when HE was going to be out of town for about 3 weeks at a training session for a new job. Then he determined that I would 'have permission' to drive it to the grocery store and home - only while he was gone mind you. So, there we were in the parking lot of Safeway in Redwood City and HE announces - OK, you drive home. With great trepidation I got behind the wheel and with the gear shift beside my right hand - I was instructed - here is FIRST gear. Put it in First Gear. That I did and started out of the parking lot and into the line of traffic. Put it in SECOND Gear was the next order. I tried and tried but the gear shift was stuck - it would NOT move. PUT IT IN SECOND - the order came often and louder each time. Try as I would, the gear shift WOULD NOT MOVE. Then came the scream - PUT IT IN SECOND. I tried again, and this time it moved. I picked the stick out of the gear box, handed it to him and said as best I could, HERE, YOU PUT IT IN SECOND. Fortunately there was a parking space conveniently placed for me. We calmly and quietly changed places in the car and he drove home in silence. End of driving lessons until several years later - I still did not 'drive.' Papers had to be delivered to the TransAmerica building in San Francisco. I did not know why I was 'allowed' to go on this trip until we got in front of the building. With no parking spaces avilable, he Double Parked, saying - drive around the block until I get back. How I did it - around and around and around the block stopping at each corner and turning into traffic - I will never know. It was more the fear of scratching the precious Mustang than actually driving the car. Perhaps that helped. I did learn to drive through the help of a kind neighbor while he was gone on another trip - and he said - NEVER in my Mustang. I said I had earned the right to drive IT. Margie