My early driving experiences began on motorcycles and I had the whole “ease-out-the-clutch” thing down pretty well. My father ran a television service and repair store in Crestline California and I started my “real driving” in a Chevy Carryall (pre-cursor to the Suburban). 235 six and a three speed on the tree. I learned quickly about pulling on the emergency break when I had to stop on a steep hill with an expensive console set in the back! Never had a big problem.

My buddy Bruce drove a milk truck and he once dumped the clutch on a steep hill and what a mess that made when a load of glass one gallon jugs came through the back doors of his Divco milk wagon!

Bought a 1957 Corvette when I was 17 – 283 and a stick. Spun a lot of tire on that one, but mostly by choice!