Daily Blog: Learning How To Drive in New York City

Even though you don't necessarily need a car in New York City my father made sure I learned how to drive when I was old enough. I'm so thankful he did because it's true what they say it's like riding a bike. Once you know how to drive you'll never forget.

My dad started teaching me how to drive when I got my permit at 17. The first year I got my permit I didn't drive too much. I actually sucked the first couple of times. Back then when Shea Stadium was around, I learned how to drive at their parking lot. It took me about 2-3 times practicing in the parking lot before I actually started driving in the street. I always drove with my dad because I made the mistake of asking my mom and she freaked out on me while I was driving. So I didn't make that same mistake twice.

My dad was a good teacher, he had the patience for it. I never understood how he did it because if I was him I don't think I could have done it. He made me drive everywhere and it was a good learning experience. Driving in Manhattan was the worst with all the yellow cabs, but my dad walked me through the whole thing. Regardless if people honked at me or not he said don't worry stay calm and just do what I tell you. He gave me good pointers and I learned things I'll never forget.

I drove for about 3 years with my permit and then at 20 years old I got my driver's license. Thankfully for me I took my test once and I passed, but that's because I had a great teacher.