Did your Mum ever drive?

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 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!

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 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.

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 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 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 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 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.

She drove a horse and cart when young.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Not "car be sued"! That's supposed to say "because"

Neither of my parents drove and I grew up thinking that I never would too. I passed my test (after three tries!) when I was 45. When I told my mum (who was a real live narcissist before the word was banded around to include people who aren’t one) and offered to pick her up one Christmas she said “well, your full of yourself now aren’t you!”.

Learning to drive was one of the best things I ever did!

My mum learned to drive in her fifties, after my dad became disabled. Before that neither of them drove although Dad had a motorbike in his youth.
Then Dad learned and they had many happy holidays the other end of the country from home.

My step-grandmother learned in the 1920s but never drove again after someone told her that cars can kill people! She bought a motorbike instead.

Neither of my parents ever drive and neither can I. Not a problem, plenty of shoe leather and a good bike plus a bus pass for long distances

These all made me laugh ?my mother had one lesson from my dad,it didn’t go well,she never even tried after that.
By the way my mum was a terrible passenger,she used to visibly brake for the driver,she’d question what other drivers were doing on the road even though they were nowhere near our car.
I drove from being 18 ,as soon as I could afford lessons (£3 each so showing my age ) I love driving both at home or when on holiday,in fact I’ve secretly fancied being a HGV driver but never had the nerve to try it .
Independence is an open road.

My Mum never drove but my Dad did and never took a test. I think in those days because he drove before WW2, you didn’t have to! Bit scary really but he was a good driver until he became older and really shouldn’t have been on the road for so long. I guess if my Mum had also driven before the war then she wouldn’t have needed a test either. Unbelievable ?‍♀️

No, none of the women in my family drove.l was the first one to learn.

My mum learned to drive in her early 20s and always maintained that it is one of the most liberating things a woman can do. One of the few things we agreed on! She also bought her own car in her early 20s despite being told it would intimidate men. This was the late 50s early 60s and thankfully my Dad was never cowed by such thinking.