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My dad didn't think girls should drive stick, and my boyfriend (who turned out to be my 1st husband - then ex-husband) had a '64 Red Corvette Convertible but wouldn't even let me sit in the driver's seat.
So at 16 (in 1975) one of my "guy" friends had a '67 Corvette Roadster that I learned to drive. I was so nervous because I knew I wasn't learning on a "beater" car - but he was patient with me. Ya, I stalled it lots - very touchy little beast it was.
I'll NEVER forget the look on my boyfriend's face when he saw me cruisin' downtown - drivin another "guy's" vette. It was awsome. BTW, he still never let me drive his vette and totaled it a year later...
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