// Why don’t you go play in traffic?//
An old joke in my family, spoken to annoying children. Not so funny as my 16-yr old prepares to get his license and I prepare to hand him the keys to a 3000 lb. weapon. At 49, I’m old enough to be part of pretty much the last generation of drivers where drinking & driving were viewed as some kind of rite of passage rather than the societal taboo it is today. Sadly, I pushed every edge of the envelope and literally have no right to be sitting here blogging today. So my dread in handing Manchild the keys is well-founded.
Happily, he’s far more well-adjusted and conservative than I ever was. That said, we all know kids are assholes, especially teenage boys hopped up on beer, weed & testosterone. Thus, he’s forced to listen to my homilies about peer pressure and asshole friends as we detail the car prior to the key handoff. Great kid that he is, he bears it with good humor and nods in all the right places. I’ll be shitting myself until he returns home every night he’s out with his new wheels…..
