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To put it plain and simple, words could never describe it. It's a passion.
I remember being about 12 and having my mom let me drive the station wagon at UTSA in their huge parking lot on the weekends. We never got messed with. We just drove around and I learned how to park, reverse, etc....no fun j turns, no 180's, no slamming on the brakes, etc.
Then, while growing up, my mom would let me hold on to the steering wheel pretty much the entire drive down to the coast...for about 2-3 hours. I'd just steer the whole way which got me used to highways. What can I say...I love driving. No matter where we do, I'm always at the wheel.
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