September 24th, 2008
There’s a Year and a Half to Steel Myself
AmyD‘s recent post about her newly minted ninja errand boy got me to thinking. BB is about a year and a half away from getting his learner’s permit. He is already counting the days. Teaching him to drive is going to be a totally different experience from when I learned to drive.
I grew up in a minuscule town in Oklahoma. If you are yawning when you are buzzing by on the highway, you will miss it. I learned to drive on the dirt road where I lived. It wasn’t unusual to go hours without seeing another car on the road. I moved on to driving in the town where my Grandma lived after I became an accomplished dirt road driver. I think there are 3 stoplights there and the maximum speed is 25 mph. I didn’t ever drive on a road with a turn lane on it til I had moved away from home. I’d gotten married and moved to Texas. The first two weeks or so, I avoided the turn lane and would take the long way home so I didn’t have to deal with it.
We are going to be teaching BB to drive in the big city! Surrounded by people that drive like bats out of hell. I shudder to think of how nerve-wracking it will be to sit in the passenger seat while he navigates through traffic.
I’m really not in Kansas Oklahoma anymore.
