Remember when you were my age and you were so excited to drive? But now you’re like: damn traffic, look at those gas prices, gotta remember to get the oil changed…blah blah blah.
Well, it just so happens that I got my driving permit recently – after taking the test, umm, several times – and I LOVE it and it turns out I’m pretty good at it too. If I do say so myself. But here’s the problem: My mom is soooo freaked out about my driving! I’m guessing it’s the protective mother instinct, but for the first week I was behind the wheel, I thought she had developed this weird nervous tic. I noticed out of the corner of my eye (I say the corner of my eye because, of course, my eyes are always focused on the road) that her right leg would kinda kick at the floor of the car every so often. I just thought this was the strangest thing ever. And I thought: What on earth is going on here? (Well, maybe I expressed it in stronger terms.)
After two days of this, I finally figured it out, and I said to her, “You know, Mom, the passenger side doesn’t have a brake.”
Really I don’t blame her. Between working the clutch, switching between five gears, going up and down hills…I mean who would even think about the brake? Okay, really I am a good driver. But if you see me on the road, a few extra feet of space wouldn’t hurt.
Btw, I’m kind of temporarily into possibly writing for the blog again, so I’m wondering what ideas you all might have. What would you like to read from the teen girl perspective.