This week, I've effectively taken my life into my own hands, or more accurately, given it over to others twice, and both in driving incidents. First, I volunteered to drive with our niece, Shaina. She's got a permit, which should count for something, right? The truth is, she was pretty good, albeit a little fast. Driving around the neighborhood was fine - things were quiet and it was late enough that we really saw no other cars. And then the question "Do you need any socks? We could go over to Target."
Who needs socks at 10pm at night? But we drove to Target anyway, which involved big streets, other cars and several left hand turns. Then we went to an elementary school nearby where Shaina practiced parallel parking with imaginary cars. Not one dent, to any car, real or imaginary, was felt.
And then yesterday, Ronnie and I went driving with my father. He hasn't been behind the wheel of a car since April, the last time I went driving with him. Since we weren't out on the streets, there was less life-endangering happening but when we asked if he could stop suddenly if necessary, he showed us that he could. I will wear my seatbelt bruise like a Miss America sash...., althought I'm not sure what I've won (certainly not Miss Congeniality). All told, he did well too, and I think he could have driven home from the lot if he'd wanted to.