I’ve always just loved to drive. Probably, genes make themselves felt – my grandmother …

I’ve always just loved to drive. Probably, genes make themselves felt – my grandparents were military chauffeurs. You know. At the age of 17 she graduated from a driving school and at 18 she flew, as if stung, to get a license😂 And immediately got behind the wheel – she took an old red Toyota with a manual transmission from her dad. By the way, I was a true father’s daughter: – Repair? – I! – Dig potatoes? -I! – Poking around under the hood? “I, I, I!” And therefore, when it happened that I, an eighteen-year-old girl, was driving from the center of Sochi home to Adler and realized that the brake and clutch pedals began to fail, I was not at a loss. Gently dodging to the side of the road, I looked under the hood and saw that there was nothing in the barrel with the brake fluid – it means that something had happened to the brake cylinder. I found some guys, explained the situation to them: they treated me like a brother, gave me half a bottle of … brake fluid!)) And so the remaining 30 kilometers I drove neatly on the emergency gang, stopping and pouring brake fluid into the barrel, because it was from there, naturally , constantly flowed out. I didn’t even have an idea to ask my dad to come and save. I did not panic, I knew what I was doing and understood that I could figure it out myself. And then, and now I always smile when I hear the phrases “behave like a girl” or #girls and girls. Because our girls – wow. I know it – from myself and my environment. Share your stories that show that women are far from the weaker sex, join the @nasiliutochkanet flashmob with me and be beyond gender stereotypes.