Driving Chronicles #14: Driving With Dad
I do not know why I though that things would change now that I have a license. Yes, I do. I figured that people would be more comfortable letting me drive after I got a license, but that has not really been the case. That coupled with the fact that my family is going through “car Hades” right now has made driving opportunities…well, nonexistent.
For the first time since I got my license, I drove today. I drove with my father for the first time ever, as well. He had been in the neighborhood for a doctor’s appointment and stopped by to see me. I ended up going home with him to spend time with my mom and sister, as well. After pulling away from my home, my dad asked if I wanted to drive. I knew that it might be my only chance to do so for a while, so I took advantage of the offer.
Now, I must remind you that one of the reasons that I paid for driving lessons instead of trying to get lessons from a family member or friend is because I did not think that I knew anyone patient and skilled enough to teach me. I did not want people yelling at me and making me upset when they really should not be trying to teach people to drive anyway. I already know that my father would be one of those yelling types, so he would have been one of the last people that I would have wanted to teach me to drive. That being said, I still took the opportunity.
Surprisingly enough, my dad was really calm and pleasant for most of the ride. Still, I was nervous to be driving with him. Nevertheless, things went well until we got to the house, and then things started to go south.
As far as I can recall, my parents have the only shared drive on their block. They happen to share it with my eldest sister, who lives next door to them. While the driveway is wider than all of the others on the block, it is still not really wide enough for two cars to be parked side by side in it. However, that does not stop the two families from parking side by side at the foot of the drive. You probably can see where this is going.
So, my sister was parked at the foot of the drive. Of course, I pulled into the drive a bit too fast. My dad started yelling. I do not know why people think that yelling at you in a stressful situation helps. Long story short, I caught my sisters bumper on that decorative rubber looking piece that goes around the bottom of most old Pontiac Montanas. The marks will rub out of both vehicles, but, yeah…
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