What are the pros and cons of young girls learning to drive? ~~~~~~~

I was a little female driver in the 1980s

On April 1, 1987, when I was 29 days shy of turning 16, I had just graduated from junior high school and became a driver in Zhongyuan. A little female driver of an oilfield geophysical prospecting company. At that time, the monthly salary of oil workers was 150 yuan, and the cost of learning to drive was 1,800 yuan, which was approximately equivalent to one year's salary. Of course, the company pays for it, so I don’t have to worry about this huge number.

There were sixty-nine students in that batch, divided into eight classes, and they were taught by Lao Jiefang. A sixteen-year-old girl was very nervous when faced with such a giant. The training started on April 1st and ended on October 1st. Among the trainees, the oldest was estimated to be in his mid-20s and the youngest was only 16 or 17 years old. First learn some theories, mainly traffic laws and some steps of driving. Then put the rear wheel of the car up, drive on the spot, practice refueling, pressing the clutch, shifting gears, honking the horn, and training the coordination of hands and feet. Then came the field driving. In a yard full of locust trees, the brothers and sisters sat in a group, watching how the person in the car started to turn off the engine, or slam the accelerator, or nod three times, laughing. . The people in the car were really nervous and excited, and they felt proud that they had moved this big guy. Gradually I became familiar with the car's behavior and became able to operate it freely. I could make it rotate in large or small circles at will. Being on the road is the happiest thing. Sometimes a large convoy of green convertibles is very spectacular. The most nervous and hard-working person is the master. His eyes are bright and his mouth, eyes and ears are not sloppy in the slightest. He really sees in all directions and listens in all directions. Sometimes I try to get directions, sometimes I step on the auxiliary brake to remind the apprentice what to do in this situation. The car was very lively. Seven or eight people sang all the way, told jokes, exchanged experiences, and took a peek at how the master trained the driving apprentice. The most ridiculous thing is that I was a fellow countryman. I was just sixteen years old at the time, and I was 1.52 meters tall. Since I was from the south, I might have looked smaller. In fact, when I was driving, I felt like I was peeking out from the gap in the steering wheel. But this doesn't delay the car from being driven away. Haha, the fellows, whether in the middle of the road or on the side of the road, were all staring at me and wondering if they should give way. The driver would always mutter: "You are stupid, you still don't give way." I had to apply the brakes to see them surprised. When I hear them say: "Look, such a little girl is driving." There will always be people pointing at me with an expression of either envy or disbelief. I was very proud, as if I was doing something great. There are many unforgettable things related to food. I have been to Changyuan, the sesame sauce noodles are delicious, and glasses are very cheap. I’ve been to Fan County and the fried buns there are delicious. I will pass by many villages, markets, and small towns. From a junior high school student, I have been living a life between school and home. Suddenly I can see so many new things and go to so many new places. I finally understand that the driver has seen a lot. Most drivers like to brag about the meaning of being knowledgeable, probably because they have crossed more bridges than the average person. Happiness is always short-lived, and the rest of life is so monotonous and hard, that is, accelerating at 100 meters, starting on an uphill slope, turning around at 8 meters, and reverse pole. These are all required subjects for getting a driver's license. You have to practice each event ten times. It is normal to do it a hundred times until it is qualified. It also happened to be a good weather day for summer training, so I was sweating a lot, and the girls probably cried a lot. Those who are as strong as me still wanted to cry. Thick calluses formed on my hands, and the autumn of acceptance staggered forward. I saw the examiners at the supervision station nodding with satisfaction, and saw the relieved smiles on the faces of the masters. The training team completed its historical mission with a safe and full pass. From then on , the brothers and sisters are far apart and have hardly seen each other for more than ten years. The little kids who were in their teens and twenties back then have now entered middle age. Whenever I think of those years, the feelings of my youth are still surging in my heart. I think of revisiting the place where I learned to drive, where I once sat on the road in the evening. Those who listen to songs on the ground, those who used to catch cicadas in the woods by the river, those brothers and sisters who used to run in the wheat fields and scare me of snakes, are you okay?

After graduation, I became bolder after leaving the stern eyes of my master. With a blank copy in my pocket (I had a probationary driver's license back then, the internship period was one year), I often borrowed water tankers and derrick carriers to drive around. Both of these vehicles were difficult to drive. As the saying goes, half a tank of water is sloshing around. . There are several meters more front and rear of the derrick truck. I don’t know if it’s luck or because of my advanced skills that I didn’t touch the gate? Now that I think about it, I feel a little scared. It turns out that I once had a time when newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.

Later, because there was no guarantee of distribution, no matter how beautiful and fun it seemed for a little girl to drive at that time, she still needed a serious career. I had no choice but to take the exam again. It had been a year and a half since I lost my grades. After doing a lot of questions and memorizing politics, I finally passed the oil production technical school in 1988 with a high score of more than 430 points in three months.

In three years of technical school, I had no chance to touch a car. After working, I joined a fleet and I was the only female driver. On the first day of the test drive, I looked at the big, tattered cars running on the road. I either couldn't turn the car or press the brakes. There was buzzing everywhere, but I was so anxious that I couldn't press the horn, which made me dumbfounded. Finally, a semi-new Beijing Jeep was arranged for me. The masters also teased me by crying if it broke down on the road and they would come and fix it. From then on, I became the "yellow girl" of the team, and everyone called me that affectionately. What I often do is wipe my face and take a shower. I repair the car and only change a few light bulbs. I am afraid to crawl into the ditch. The highest speed is 70 yards, so the masters affectionately call me "Huang Manman". . They climbed under the car many times to repair my car, and the captain used steam to wash my car before the annual trial. I always use a sweet "Master" and a sincere "Thank you" to earn their cheerful help. Being squeamish, I did this and worked as a professional driver for two years.

Although I was careful, I still had several minor accidents. In the winter of 1993, because there was snow on the road and well cleaning fluid was spilled on the road, I stopped on the side of the road as early as possible in order to miss the car. But a car from the Fourth Company stumbled towards me like a drunkard and hugged me to prevent me from rushing into the ditch. They took full responsibility and paid 500 yuan to settle the matter. Another time I was hit by a fellow man riding a motorcycle. He couldn't stop the car and hit the back of my car and fell. Although it was not my fault, it was a scholar who encountered a soldier, which cost my company a thousand and four dollars. Done. The most thrilling one was in Xiaoji. I was approaching the turning point. It was a sunny day and I was driving very fast. A tricycle came across. I braked hard because the fellow villager poured a lot of water at the door. The water was mixed with the water. The mud turned into lubricating oil, and my car flew into the air. Looking at the rapidly rotating trees around me, my mind went blank. It only took a few seconds before it stopped, and the car spun three hundred and thirty-three times. Ten degrees. Fortunately, there were no cars passing by at the time. Just like the thrilling scene in the movie, the car was not damaged at all. I didn't feel any fear. It was like a dream. I drove the car back to my work as if nothing had happened.

I left Jeep in August 1994 and changed my career to become a manager or data clerk. During this period, I studied law and a bachelor's degree in economics and management by myself. In 1996, I joined the mining industry and only occasionally drove a car due to work needs.

I was extremely reluctant to hand over the car at that time, and it took me a long time to get used to the inconvenience of not having a car. After a few years, I no longer want to drive, and I am not used to worrying about the stressful days in the car. I am afraid of catching a cold from the car wash in winter, and I am afraid of the anxiety of the car breaking down on the road.

Today, asphalt roads are getting wider, flatter, and longer. Car models are becoming more and more beautiful, configurations are getting higher and higher, and car prices are getting lower and lower. Female drivers are no longer as rare as they were a dozen years ago, and I think they must be more relaxed and worry-free than I was back then.

With the improvement of people's living standards, I believe that one day cars will become popular. Can every family’s dream of owning a car be realized within ten years? At that time, I will write an article "Old woman in her forties regains her dream of driving, Huang slowly reaches a maximum speed of 20 yards per hour" because every road is filled with colorful cars, with male and female drivers, old and young, sitting in the cars. Big ones, small ones...,,,,,,I can only crawl slowly like a snail...,,,,,,haha. At that time, what was so rare about a female driver? It became possible for a three-year-old child to drive, or someone’s pet dog to drive...,,,,,, haha.

I would like to write this article to wish friends who can drive, love to drive, and want to drive a happy trip around the world and have a safe journey!