December 12, 1972. My sixteenth birthday. We were getting ready to move from Wyomig to Portland, Oregon. Snowed for the two days before We were getting ready to move from Wyomig to Portland, Oregon. Dad wanted me to get my license so I could drive his F250, while Mom drove her car, and he drove the U-Haul. Snowed for the two days before, leaving about 2-niches of packed snow on the roads.
So, we go down to the county courthouse, to do the test. Written was easy. Time for the driving part. The tester and I get in the truck, and he has me go up form the court house and turn onto one of the streets that paralleled the main drag. Everything in town was uphill from the river, and the rail yards. I’m putting along at about ten miles an hour because the roads are slick. We’re two blocks from the courthouse coming up to a cross street. The cross street had a stop sign so we had the right of way. I just get the nose of the truck into the intersection, and hear a horn from uphil, look that way, and there is a car sliding down the hill at us. I give it a little gas trying to clear the intersection, and the rear wheels spin. So I crank the wheel to the left, and get the rear ended around and he hits us. Goes under the bumper and they lock together, and we are both sliding down the hill standing on the horn. Luckily there wasn’t any traffic on Main Street and we got across it, onto the flat and stopped. We get out, and its just the bumpers locked together. I flag down a couple of guys I know and we get the bumpers broke loose. His bumper is a bit bent, and scratched but the truck is fine.
The tester and I get back in the truck, and he asks me, “Why did you turn the wheel?” And, I explained that it would be easier to fix the bumper than the side, and it was a better place to get hit. He looked at me for a moment and told me to go back to the courthouse. I’m figuring I failed The road test, because I had an accident.
We go back to the courthouse, and get parked. He opens his clip board writes on the test form and signs it, then tells me to go get my license. He could tell from the look on my face how surprised I was at passing. He laughed, and told me I was the first, and probably the last person the get in an accident, and pass. But, I did the right thing and didn’t panic. So, he figured I would do ok, driving.
The next week I drove to Portland. Which was a new experience because I had never driven on the freeway before.