Learners permit...

[Larry Gude]

...this is the fourth and, hopefully, last time I do this.

The pure thrill of sitting there as a passenger and feeling the car kinda unsure of itself as each one of the kids takes the reins for those first baby driving steps just never gets old. The edge of the road. The mailbox. The tree limb you didn't realize the car could actually reach. The semi coming at you who suddenly just doesn't look like he fits in his lane like when you're driving. The too fast, the too slow, the uneven acceleration and breaking. Ah, pure joy. Oh, and the curbs. And the creative parking jobs.

It's like stepping over the edge rappelling, just trusting the rope and figure 8 to hold, only that first step is just that; you feel secure just one step later. With kids and driving that step, that feeling, takes about, oh, a year or so. Depending on the kid.

#1, I'm totally comfortable with and #3 is just about there. #2 still drives like like a bat out of hell and makes me feel...alive as she ever did. She is a testament to the skill and survival instincts of her fellow travelers. Not sure about #4 yet. She is not allowed to talk and drive yet.

 

[Vince]

Not sure about #4 yet. She is not allowed to talk and drive yet.

 

[Homer J]

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! My oldest turns 16 in 10 months. I've already started getting an ulcer thinking about it.

Not to mention the insurance premiums.

 

[This_person]

...this is the fourth and, hopefully, last time I do this.

The pure thrill of sitting there as a passenger and feeling the car kinda unsure of itself as each one of the kids takes the reins for those first baby driving steps just never gets old. The edge of the road. The mailbox. The tree limb you didn't realize the car could actually reach. The semi coming at you who suddenly just doesn't look like he fits in his lane like when you're driving. The too fast, the too slow, the uneven acceleration and breaking. Ah, pure joy. Oh, and the curbs. And the creative parking jobs.

It's like stepping over the edge rappelling, just trusting the rope and figure 8 to hold, only that first step is just that; you feel secure just one step later. With kids and driving that step, that feeling, takes about, oh, a year or so. Depending on the kid.

#1, I'm totally comfortable with and #3 is just about there. #2 still drives like like a bat out of hell and makes me feel...alive as she ever did. She is a testament to the skill and survival instincts of her fellow travelers. Not sure about #4 yet. She is not allowed to talk and drive yet.

#1 is 19, third ticket helped him realize not to drive like a bat out of hell anymore. #2 only drives when absolutely necessary, but is getting better. #3 is in the bullpen (16 in 7 months), and #4 is 12, thank God.

Good luck!

 

[huntr1]

#1 is 8, 9 in about 3 weeks.

 

[sanchezf]

#1 is 10, #2 is 10 and #3 is 6. Thank God

 

[PJumper]

#1 21, two car wrecks in a year (not his fault), # 2 17, had a fender bender 2 days after getting license.

 

[Big Fatty]

#1 is 18 mos old. I am already worried. This thread isn't helping.

 

[sanchezf]

#1 is 18 mos old. I am already worried. This thread isn't helping.

you have a long road ahead of you, enjoy it while it lasts

 

[cattitude]

...this is the fourth and, hopefully, last time I do this.

The pure thrill of sitting there as a passenger and feeling the car kinda unsure of itself as each one of the kids takes the reins for those first baby driving steps just never gets old. The edge of the road. The mailbox. The tree limb you didn't realize the car could actually reach. The semi coming at you who suddenly just doesn't look like he fits in his lane like when you're driving. The too fast, the too slow, the uneven acceleration and breaking. Ah, pure joy. Oh, and the curbs. And the creative parking jobs.

It's like stepping over the edge rappelling, just trusting the rope and figure 8 to hold, only that first step is just that; you feel secure just one step later. With kids and driving that step, that feeling, takes about, oh, a year or so. Depending on the kid.

#1, I'm totally comfortable with and #3 is just about there. #2 still drives like like a bat out of hell and makes me feel...alive as she ever did. She is a testament to the skill and survival instincts of her fellow travelers. Not sure about #4 yet. She is not allowed to talk and drive yet.

Didn't you say sometimes scotch was really good. :shrug:

 

[abbey]

...this is the fourth and, hopefully, last time I do this.

The pure thrill of sitting there as a passenger and feeling the car kinda unsure of itself as each one of the kids takes the reins for those first baby driving steps just never gets old. The edge of the road. The mailbox. The tree limb you didn't realize the car could actually reach. The semi coming at you who suddenly just doesn't look like he fits in his lane like when you're driving. The too fast, the too slow, the uneven acceleration and breaking. Ah, pure joy. Oh, and the curbs. And the creative parking jobs.

It's like stepping over the edge rappelling, just trusting the rope and figure 8 to hold, only that first step is just that; you feel secure just one step later. With kids and driving that step, that feeling, takes about, oh, a year or so. Depending on the kid.

#1, I'm totally comfortable with and #3 is just about there. #2 still drives like like a bat out of hell and makes me feel...alive as she ever did. She is a testament to the skill and survival instincts of her fellow travelers. Not sure about #4 yet. She is not allowed to talk and drive yet.

I am there, # 1 has learner permit, I was unaware of the pure terror involved in letting your child drive you around. I think she is aiming for the white line at the edge of the road, I am afraid to have my window down due to any possible flying debris that she may strike as we go by (none yet). I tried discussing this with her but it really isn't sinking in, I am starting to dread weekends.

 

[Toxick]

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! My oldest turns 16 in 10 months. I've already started getting an ulcer thinking about it.

My oldest turns 16 in 8 years... and I think I'm getting an ulcer thinking about it.




I can already feel it.... like a icy cold hand grabbing .... body parts.

 

[Larry Gude]

No...

Didn't you say sometimes scotch was really good. :shrug:

...and hell no. Barf. Puke. Retch.

I am a drinker. I like all manner of beers, rum and coke, love bourbon, vodka and can even choke down a gin and tonic once in awhile, but it is far beyond my mortal understanding how anyone can drink scotch let alone like it.

 

[Vince]

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! My oldest turns 16 in 10 months. I've already started getting an ulcer thinking about it.

Not to mention the insurance premiums.

You can get her/him a learners permit at 15 in Maryland. Thought you might want to hurry the painful process along a little. Been there. Mine had her first accident at 19. Rear ended a guy because she was tailgating. Been yelling at her for that crap since she was 16. She didn't learn it from me. Anyway, she's on her own with her own insurance, etc. I'm Free.

 

[Toxick]

but it is far beyond my mortal understanding how anyone can drink scotch let alone like it.

It's an acquired taste... But once you do acquire a taste for it, there are few things better than a nice neat single malt scotch.

 

[SoMDGirl42]

...and hell no. Barf. Puke. Retch.

I am a drinker. I like all manner of beers, rum and coke, love bourbon, vodka and can even choke down a gin and tonic once in awhile, but it is far beyond my mortal understanding how anyone can drink scotch let alone like it.

I think she was referring to the driver and having to put up with you as a passenger drinking the scotch

 

[jazz lady]

Didn't you say sometimes scotch was really good. :shrug:

Yes, for taping their mouths shut.

 

[PsyOps]

#1 is 10, #2 is 10 and #3 is 6. Thank God

I'm trying to imagine how much thicker and faster traffic will be in 6 years.

 

[sanchezf]

I'm trying to imagine how much thicker and faster traffic will be in 6 years.

I think I will start walking

 

[jenbengen]

... The tree limb you didn't realize the car could actually reach. The semi coming at you who suddenly just doesn't look like he fits in his lane like when you're driving.

That's how I feel when hubby is driving.

for surviving this long!