Training up a designated driver…

GMan is hitting the road…well hopefully not hitting the road but keeping her between the hedges.

GMan has to get in his hours so we went around the block. It was a weird sensation sitting in the passenger seat with my son behind the big round thing. I remember the first time I drove the dad in a car. It was the summer of 88 in Falmouth MA. Sure, I drove the tractor for years while working our small farm growing up in Ireland, but I never actually drove a car with the dad (Jimmy) in it.

So there I was pulling off the two lane portion of 28 north onto the divide highway part. It suddenly dawned on me that this was the first time I was driving he somewhere. I glanced over at him as I floored the Iroc Z Camaro I was driving only to see a look of horror while he tried to push himself into the none existent back seat. If that car had passenger break we’d have stopped on a dime. As it was I’m fairly certain he pushed out the floor boards. I eased off the many horses I had available to me and coasted to the next exit. Our Jimmy was not ready for a late eighties V8 navigated by his second born son!

Anyhow, back to my upcoming designated driver. He did great and I’m very proud of him. I’ll admit that a few mailboxes were rather close to my window, but he keep her on the black stuff so all was well.

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