I don't really like to drive. I live confined within a 6 mile radius. My life is just fine within this radius. I don't understand it when people commute 40 or so minutes to work every day. That's almost two hours in the car - round-trip! LOTS of people commute, every single day.
Just not my thing. I would be the PERFECT person, to live in a little village, owning a scooter and a bike. You know, the kind with a basket on the front (yes, both the scooter and the bike) with fresh flowers and food in the basket.
Road trips. Road trips are good for about 6 hours. I can make it seven or eight. Anything more than that, well, I'd rather fly. I've done all this. Well, if it's over 8 hours, I guess I could ride a bus or a train, but I don't want to drive.
I'm a HORRIBLE parallel Parker. Once upon a time, I owned a Mazda Miata. I could park that thing anywhere. Any place. After that - well, not so much. Side note, I drive one in Hawaii - I can still park that thing. Although, the guy I'm working with? He owns this truck - I'm determined to learn to parallel park it. If I can park that, I can park anything. I've only driven it once.
Which brings me to my oldest son receiving his learners permit on Friday. I've determined it would just be better if I shut-up and shut my eyes. If he's going to wreck, well, he's going to wreck. Actually, he's not going to wreck, he's going to side-swipe a car. I'm just closing my eyes.
Yelling at him - scratch that - I'm not a yeller. Besides it's not going to help. It's just making me nervous. It's making me want more wine.
Granted, he could have received his permit 6 months ago. He finally made up his mind. He completed the online written portion last week. He now has his permit. He hasn't been in a hurry. Everything, so far, I'm fine with. In fact, as much as I'm ready for him to drive himself places, if he's not comfortable, well, I'm not pushing him. I get it. I don't like to drive either. I like my bike.
For now, I just close my eyes. Hold my breath. Drink more wine (outside of the car. Although, I'm thinking a wine bottle in the car would be great!). And hold on. After all, I've always been about the ride. And usually, the ride has nothing to do with driving.