Hello London. The Moth is returning to Union Chapel on Thursday, September 28th for a night of vibrant true stories.

The main stage is the quintessential Moth experience, a two-act show featuring a musical act, where the storytellers and a notable host share true personal tales without notes.

Experience a night of unforgettable Moth tales as they're recorded for future episodes of the Moth podcast and radio hour.

Doors open at 7 and doors begin at 8. Get your tickets now at the Moth.org Bowerslash London.

Welcome to the Moth podcast. I'm Kate Tellers, Senior Director and your host for this episode.

I failed my driving test four times. I blame my parents, don't we all?

Who took turns teaching me to drive in my high school parking lot in their stick shift cars?

I found the mechanics of manual driving, the sensitive clutch, the complexities of putting a Volkswagen in reverse to be so incredibly frustrating.

I was convinced that this was my parents' plan to never let me feel the ultimate teenage freedom of a car on the open road.

It was the very first time I openly cursed in front of both of them. I got very creative.

Luckily, my best friend Jess had her license and inherited an old Toyota van we nicknamed the Magic Bus and decorated with rainbow blankets and glow in the dark stars.

I'll never forget the feeling of my hair whipping as we screamed freedom by George Michael and Kareen to school. The mornings were ours.

So many of us have had to get creative to get that first taste of car fuel freedom.

Since it's summer, a time when people hit the road, revisit Highway 61 and pack into the old Jaloppi, will be playing two stories about families and their relationships to cars.

First up is Marianne Ludwig. She told this at a Moss story slam in New York City, where the theme of the night was burned.

Here's Marianne live at the Moss.

So I loved every single moment of raising my two daughters, Michelle and Allison, except for a brief period of time between 1982 and 1992.

It was they transitioned into the dark side, you know, the teenage years.

And it was a very loud, dramatic transition, stamping feet, slamming doors, yelling, it was awful.

So I was newly divorced and I wanted this perfect life for my family.

So we moved out into Chester County, Pennsylvania and I rented a historic mill, 250 years old. I just picture this beautiful life for me and my daughters.

We had an acre pond in the backyard, a walk in fireplace. It was going to be great. And there would be no hormones involved in this.

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