Other than having to execute a Y-turn, I don't remember a thing about my road test. Oh, and it was a nice warm spring day. My scant memories are not surprising, as I got my driver's license over 60 years ago. But there was definitely a road test.
Most of my prep for the road test was me behind the wheel, my father in the passenger seat. Our preliminary practice outings in St. Joseph's Cemetery, where you couldn't do all that much harm - at least to the living - if things got out of control. Then we went out on a road trip, mostly on Worcester's Mill Street, a wide drag known at The Speedway.
My closest high school friend Marie's father was the traffic cop on The Speedway. But we never got stopped. I'm pretty sure I was driving slowly (and nervously).
I remember very little about driving with my father. He wasn't the world's most patient person, but I never remember him yelling or doing anything to upset me.
At about the same time I was learning to drive, my mother - at the advanced age of 46 - was learning as well. My father took her out to the cemetery, but it did not go well. So my mother enrolled in a driver's school to learn the ropes from someone completely neutral.
In a sense, my mother's driver's ed (on-the-road classes) was the opposite of mine in terms of her on-the-road instructor.
Before I headed out with my father, with whom I did just fine, I went out a few times with a nasty driving instructor, Francis I. [Irish last name redacted], who took me out for the first time up and down the steepest hill in Worcester. Which at the time was ice-covered. He spent the entire hour screaming at me. All I remember of his shout-fest was "hands at 10-2."
I think I went with him once more, before quitting driver's ed.
I picked it up again in the spring, with my father.
To get the insurance discount, I believe that teen-age drivers had to have six road lessons at a driver's school, so I'm sure I went back. Just not with Francis I. [Irish last name redacted]. I believe my final road instructor was Terrance O'Hara, a very sweet guy who I'd already taken the classroom "training"course with. Mr. O'Hara was a school teacher moonlighting at Carey's Auto School. Drive with Care(y).
I'm pretty sure she never hit the road with Francis I. [Irish last name redacted.] My father bringing her to tears would have been quite enough.
Anyway, my mother - who never became a confident and highly-skilled driver - passed her road test, too.
But a couple of thousand drivers in Massachusetts got their licenses without having to hit the road.
Four Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles workers have been fired after 2,100 drivers were given licenses without taking a road test.0All of those-2 drivers will now have to take the test in the next ten days or their licenses will be suspended.
The agency notified law enforcement back in 2020 after a Registry supervisor noticed suspicious activity at the Brockton customer service center.
Investigators found that, starting back in April 2018, about 2,100 people had been given drivers licenses by two road test examiners at the Brockton center without ever taking a road test.
The two examiners and two service center employees were fired. (Source: CBS Local)
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Another memory your writing has resurrected. I drove for years without benefit of a driver's license but when I was ready to get a car, I was ready to get legal. At that time we needed to use hand signals in addition to blinkers -- probably a remnant of a blinkerless horseless carriage era. I was not a great driver on a good day. I did not need to add waving my arm out an open window to the stress. So I brought my mother with me to ride in the back seat. As planned, when I was instructed to lower the window to commence hand signalling, my mother raised a ruckus on cue. "My hair .. arrgh ... the wind .. close that window right now ... eeeek ... stop ..." The examiner who had no immunity to my mother's antics just nodded and told me to roll the window up. Mission accomplished.
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