Did your Mum ever drive?

My father always drove and had a company car be sued he was what was known then as a commercial traveller. This meant that he was away for up to 3 nights a week so my mother had to learn as we lived out in the sticks. They bought her a little old black Austin A4, complete with crank handle. She later graduated to a Morris Minor. I was taken out on Sunday mornings to some very quiet roads and DF tried to teach me to drive in it. (I was 14 at the time.).

The next car was a lovely little mini which I did eventually take my test in. I think I passed 3rd time. I don't know how many tests my mother had to take before she passed, but given the circumstances, giving up was not an option.

My mother had a few lessons when I was 16, thinking she would get her licence before I was even old enough to start my lessons (she was always a bitch like that about anything I wanted to do) but she had to have an operation just before my birthday and gave up the lessons. She's 75 next week and to my knowledge still doesn't have a driving licence.

No… my mum went about the village on a bicycle and on a bus to go into town.

My mother is 94 and she still drives- has done since in her 30s.

I was the first female in the family to drive. My mother never learnt as my father only had an office car which she couldn't have used. In later life she often said she wished she had learnt as she felt trapped after dad died.

My Dad never drove or had a car so when I was 17 and my Mum 37 we both took driving lessons, she passed 1st time it took me 5 goes and we bought a car between us. Which we shared until I married.

My mother did learn to drive a car but wasn't keen at all, my father urged her to learn. She was always a very careful driver but did carry on until she was 82 and then gave up. I learnt at 19 and the best thing I ever did with my life.

She drove a horse and cart when young.

My mother couldn't drive, neither could my father. Neither of my grandmothers could drive but both grandfathers could, I think they learned in the army and then did driving jobs after the war. No cars in the family when I was growing up although I understand that one of my grandfathers did have a car for a while before I was born.

My mother didn't drive. I look back now at what an easy life she had! I was an only child but had to be very independent. No school runs for her, or taking me to whatever was my current interest. No help with my pony. She didn't work, had a cleaner twice a week, occasionally did voluntary hospital trolley.

I often felt sorry for her as she would get up at 6am to do the ironing because she was so busy - busy with coffee mornings, shopping, sitting in the garden reading magazines!!

I had about three lessons with my controlling father and refused to be abused by him again. My DFiL and ex1 taught me and I passed first time at 22. Freedom and independence! I made sure my DCs learnt as soon as they were 17. That meant no more school runs for me, back to freedom!

My mum never drove, except in my grandad’s yard, where the car had “ kangaroo petrol”. My auntie, her younger sister drove before the war, and during the war drove the grocery van delivering all over. I always thought it was wonderful that she could drive, and couldn’t wait to drive myself. My Dad learned to drive in the Territorial Army before the war, and never had to take a driving test. Everyone in my family drove as soon as they could. I can’t imagine life without a car.

My mum passed her test in her 40s and was a very safe, sensible driver. She stopped driving at 79 as she felt that people were driving too fast in restricted zones and jumping the lights and she didn't feel safe any more.

My Stepfather once tried to teach my mother to drive, but not with any success. We (her children) watched as she drove the family car, and rounded the turn into the road where we lived. She turned the wheel, and didn't let go! We watched in fascination as she mounted first the kerb, then the small wall (about a foot high) and then continued on to a neighbours lawn, before stopping!
We were not privy to the resulting conversation between any of the parties - but no more lessons were ever discussed.

My mum learnt to drive in her 40s. I learnt about the same age but never enjoyed it, and gave up after a few years. It just wasn't for me. It isn't for everybody.

Yes, my mum drove. She learned to drive as a volunteer in the Swedish forces during the war. My mum, dad and hubby have always been my chauffeurs as I could never drive due to my deafblindness.

My parents never had a car and neither of them could drive. Same with my in-laws.

DH had a car when I met him. I failed my first test when about 7 months pregnant with my first.

Didn't bother again for years. Then when we lived in Australia I wanted to work as a supply teacher and a condition of that was having a car and driving. So I booked lessons and passed in about 6 weeks. I was 45 by then!

My mum learned to drive when my dad became ill. Her driving was okayish but her navigating was something else. We used to live in West London and she once managed to drive from our house to hers in Sussex taking the scenic route via Reading and Basingstoke, completely missing the M25. Local routes were also quite ingenious as right turns were to be avoided at all costs. There was a collective sigh of relief when she decided to hang up the keys.

My mother never drove and neither did any of our female relations. My father had learned before the war but we couldn't afford a car till 1956.

Our neighbour was considered very strange as she not only drove but used to drive her family on holiday to France! Her husband was deputy headmaster at St Paul's School for Girls and very academic. He could no more have driven a car than flown to the moon!

Yes 1000 cc superbikes.

My mother learned to drive in her mid 60's so that she would be able to drive my father to hospital for his many routine visits and to save waiting for ambulances in emergencies. She was the only member of the family to pass her test at the first attempt. Sadly father died shortly afterwards and she stopped driving after slightly scraping the car (her DH's pride and joy) when driving into the garage.

Only round the bend ??

My mum learnt to drive in her late 30’s - my dad worked for Ford Motor and won a car in their employee suggestion scheme. He had never learnt to drive and had no intention of doing so but my mum became a good driver and indeed enjoyed the added freedom it gave us all. Both have sadly now passed - happy memories ?

My Mum never drove but she was a great back seat driver.

mum passed her test first time. First outing crashed into someone at the lights, even though strong minded never drove again which is hard to believe except my dad was furious as he really couldn't afford the car to be off the road and had to take trains to work. it put them in a right difficulty and that was the reason mum never drove again.

Apparently my mother drove an ambulance in the war. When I was growing up we didn't have a car so neither of my parents drove one. My dad did have a motorcycle with sidecar I remember.