…has to be one’s first solo drive of a car with a brand new driver’s license and no freaked-out-floormat-stomping parent in the passenger seat criticizing every turn, stop, and move.
My son drove off this morning to school by himself — ending 12 years of morning routine — and as the tail lights vanished down Main Street I had a vision of a naked Maasai boy wrestling a lion with his bare hands.
But snapped out of it and immediately wondered what would happen to my insurance premium.
Anyway …. the incessant round trips to lacrosse practice, SAT prep, etc. etc. are over.
You’ll have to give Fisher the ‘Maxwell Chibundu’ fake ID, so he can pick up orders from the “Cotuit Liquor Landing’ this summah’ for his wicked- evil uncles!
fading taillights are a harbinger of Jake and Elwood’s forthcoming roadtrips.
Cue the music: the boys are on a Mission from G*D
jimF
Driver’s licenses are one thing. It’s getting the car that’s the problem.
My parents are going through the same thing with my sister. I’m already plotting to get her an Android phone so we can connect it to the car via Bluetooth and use an app to auto-disable texting/web while the car is on.
Tim,
Maybe just disable everything but the GPS tracking feature… ; )
Thank God my children are now adults and the children are their problem (but my delight).